Revel in your horrorful memorabilia; it may be the only thing you have left
Delight in your decaying memories, as the gaping rift
Seems to grow and thrive every day
You think of nothing, dream of nothing, so you say

Revel sprightly
Giggle lightly
Dance with glee
Think you’re free

Every once in a while,
You decide you’ll go the extra mile
You get on your striving shoes
But before you take one step out the door, the momentum, you lose

Am I the only one left behind?
Of my spirit, am I a rind?
Is this all the loss I see?
I don’t know where I am, please help me!

Count the hours, count the days, it’ll just end all the same:
Left out, dead, cold and alone, not knowing your own name
The fire that burned is going out
Of this I’m sure; there is no doubt

And this certain memorabilia
Reminds me of necrophilia
Because the memories are dead, and they’re being raped
Pry open your head, they’re what the interviewers take

All the glory, all the pain
All the sunshine, and the rain
Hoping for a new tomorrow
But only finding encompassing sorrow

Oh revel
And rebel
My sweet little rebel
Feel hatred
And anger
And hunger for vengeance
And thirst for blood

Oh the memorabilia we have
The reminders we love
And thoughts we keep
Never let us sleep

Now watch your memorabilia decay
That is all I have to say

Sweet dreams

 
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