The Fist Of Regret

There's a time, there's a place
It seems familiar now, but not the face
The eyes are mean, without a soul
I find myself looking up from a down a hole

Reason skips me, see through eyes of red
Pumpin' my heart, pounding my head
My senses are shell-shocked, hanging in a net
I guess I walked straight into a fist of regret
.. regret, regret ..
.. I walked into a fist of regret

The agony, the esctasy
I feel I've had it all
But now I'm standing tall
Gotta' keep on goin'
Else I won't see tomorrow
I guess I'll have to keep my bruises
And be known as the one who loses

Stopped in my tracks, the anchors on
All my motivation gone
Pick it up, lay it down
An' promise that I'll be a 'good' hound
We gotta' keep on goin'
Else we won't see no tomorrow
My memory's still intact
Just my sould that's been ransacked