Stolen Thoughts - Funker Vogt

Every morning I wake up

With a new identity

With some new memories

Of my former life

All the thoughts I ever had

All the memories I can recite

Are just an illusion

Implanted in my brain

And even the city changes

With new buildings and new roads

But I really cannot tell

If it’s just an illusion

Implanted illusions is all-

That I can remember

Stolen thoughts of a time

When I met you last November

Now, there’s just confusion-

At this place without a sun

I try so hard to escape

There’s no place to which to run

And suddenly, it hits me

That there was no sun for years

The illusions fade away

Making room for reality