Thursday, June 13, 2013

ERS

The past is what I never care to be
You murder my past, you kill my memory
but murder my future and you murder me

Who am I? Who are you?
in the past we've been two-faced
i'm in god's living room
his clock is too fast-paced

if god and the devil
are one and the same
and Abraxas passes time
by making life a fucking game

then tell me do I have a right
not to be forgotten
when you leave a person overnight
and wake up and they're rotten?

then tell me do I have a right
not to be forgotten
when you leave a person overnight
and wake up and they're rotten?

I suffer from an uncommon disease
I fear that no one will remember me
Like Father Mackenzie or Eleanor Rigby

I'm far too important
though I've nothing done
that makes me really worth
being referred to as someone

i've got too much to do
too many days to waste
my past is full of nightmares
and they've left a bitter taste

so tell me do I have a right
not to be forgotten
when you leave a person overnight
and wake up and they're rotten?

so tell me do I have a right
not to be forgotten
when you leave a person overnight
and wake up and they're rotten?

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