Why must you lead and lead and lead

When there is nowhere leading to be led?

My dream I mistaken for memory

Still from this I did not grow wise

And invented no song

Mostly fell short to have

Thought up a new language

I am saved through the loss of my memory

I do not try to dig into history

My spiritual wasteland

Tends to be others infectious topics

Who should care then?

Promised to be described

Even better than before

On every Bay of Seas I do reside

Grandiose but real have become my dreams

Dreaming up a memory here and there and here

Knowing we know that we are made

In the image of each other

I am powerless enough to know

When I am selfless I live

When I am giving is when I receive

I wish to be gently escorted back to the bush

Where I may collect my wood

Pencils I will make

Pencils like bad fairy's wands

I am starting to wonder new

Memory deleted rest from now

Who shall be the one?

To crowbar open my heart?

Must never touch my friends throat

I will then never show you the cocked

Shotgun's double zero mouth

I have just now learned

Of the ghost bubble on my brain

A billion stars know none of this

Freeze this frame awhile

How strong should one girl be?

I wish to be a brain salesman

But too quickly I will forget

Streaking behind you like a meteor trail

Ah, seized up and stunned to an instant halt

That's when my spell came to be

I knew I had just ate a memory

That's when my spell came to be

I knew I had just ate a memory