Don't you lock yourself inside.
Nothing has been done before
It's the most dress you could possibly wear

That I've done.
Dust it off,
That we've done.

Time messed up.
Even the luck.

Burning.

Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand
Write some stories for tomorrow,
From the bottle of amnesia.
Find instructions to salvation,
To oblivion supreme,
Don't be tempted to look back,
It has all happen before,
Someday miraculous spread.