Lyrics: Edward Bosco/Coda Lee
Memories,So treacherous.
One moment is your lost in a carnival look delights with poignant childhood aromas.
The flashing neon of puberty that sentimental candy flora the next.
It leads you somewhere you don't want to go, somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damned and ambiguous shapes of the things that he loved were forgotten.
Memories can be filed.
Repulsive little bruce like children.I suppose.
What can we live without them?
Memories are what our reasons is based upon.
If we cannot face them, we can deny reason itself.
Although why not?
We aren't contractually tied down to rationality.
There is no sanity clause.
So when you find yourself locked into an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past, where the stream it is unbearable.
Remember, there's always madness.
Madness is the emergency exit.
You can just step outside and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened.
You can lock them away forever.