Of My Mem'ries

In reflection I trench with dirty and sodden boots through the jungles of my past. Some how I became lost in this place, in this maze of the destruction in my mem'ry. It sickens me what people are capable of; the sickening acts of the clinically fucked!

And as I make this hike, trying to find a way out, (flash after image...image after flash) I scream in terror.

The shrieks falls upon deaf ears. The jungle, in unison, sways to the breeze of the wind of my my mem'ry. My heart and soul are torn asunder from from the pain this assault brings. Ripped out without mercy, I fall, bleeding on the ground. My screams a mere whisper, I relive my nightmares. (In stereo)

(I can feel...)

Hands...pain...feelings not explained...

(Make it stop)

Please!

(Begging never did any good)

On my knees I've fallen, Inside my jungle mind. This place, this maze of destruction and pain-of my mem'ries.