Funker Vogt stolen thoughts

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