Amnesia - Dan Bull

I woke up to nothing but a candle

And the vague understanding that my name is Daniel

Uncertain of my circumstance, nothing else is substantial

I gather fragments of a mind that I might have dismantled

The last dregs of oil burning in the lantern

Dispel the phantoms that hold my memory to ransom

Can I remember the reason that I need to answer them

And descend into madness' inner sanctum?

A humble hunter-gatherer hunted by gatherers

Who are governd by malice in this glum palace of avarice

Undr the thumb of Baron Alexander in its utter vastness

Some cannot handle this and thus succumb to blackness

The kind of dark a pack of matches can’t dispel

The kind that violates your mind 'til it’s a lifeless shell

You’ve made the drive halfway into your private Hell

So finish the trip and enjoy the ride, you might as well

No gunpowder, just a tinderbox

No flint, no pin for picking the locks

No giving up, no going back

No hope, no memory, you don’t know jack

You can run, you can hide

You can shun what’s inside you

But I know your mind

I will come and will find

You can crouch in the dark

Can deny I’m inside

You are only delay

In the day that I find you

I haven’t got a trusty weapon with which I can cut and thrust

So I keep descending into corridors that are bottomless

I cough and splutter on the rotten musk of forgotten husks

Knowing the day of reckoning won’t stop at dusk

When you ride with the Devil, you can’t be too careful

It might be the death of your mind, he’s residing inside you

And therefore you’re frightened and fearful

Crying and tearful because your life is a vessel

Destined to spend every night lying unsettled

So no surprise that you’ll be finding it stressful

When every thread inside your head unravels

Yet nobody’s there to find you dead, I’ve traveled

Through the perils of a feral desert, endeavoured

But effort’s never sufficient whenever you’re in a position

Where decisions you commit to will rip through the firmament

And permanently trick you to tip you even further

Into the slimy bowels of your private Hell

Where chiming bells ring in the news you finally fell

No gunpowder, just a tinderbox

No flint, no pin for picking the locks

No giving up, no going back

No hope, no memory, you don’t know jack

You can run, you can hide

You can shun what’s inside you

But I know your mind

I will come and will find

You can crouch in the dark

Can deny I’m inside

You are only delay

In the day that I find

You can run, you can hide

You can shun what’s inside you

But I know your mind

I will come and will find

You can crouch in the dark

Can deny I’m inside

You are only delay

In the day that I find you