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Forgotten

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[00:00.03] Bottom to top I stop

[00:02.16] At the core I've forgotten

[00:03.48] In the middle of my thoughts

[00:04.81] Taken far from my safety

[00:05.88] The picture's there

[00:06.94] The memory won't escape me

[00:08.05] But why should I care?

[00:09.38] From the top to the bottom

[00:10.44] Bottom to top I stop

[00:11.24] At the core I've forgotten

[00:12.60] In the middle of my thoughts

[00:13.65] Taken far from my safety

[00:14.72] The picture's there

[00:15.78] The memory won't escape me

[00:17.11] But why should I care?

[00:18.17] There's a place so dark you can't see the end

[00:19.77] (Skies cock back) and shock that which can't defend

[00:22.70] The rain then sends dripping acidic questions

[00:24.31] Forcefully, the power of suggestion

[00:26.18] Then with the eyes shut looking through the rust and rot, and dust

[00:29.15] A small spot of light floods the floor

[00:31.28] And pours over the rusted world of pretend

[00:33.12] And the eyes ease open and it's dark again

[00:35.28] From the top to the bottom

[00:36.66] Bottom to top I stop

[00:37.99] At the core I've forgotten

[00:39.06] In the middle of my thoughts

[00:40.40] Taken far from my safety

[00:41.46] The picture's there

[00:42.51] The memory won't escape me

[00:43.58] But why should I care?

[00:45.18] In the memory you'll find me

[00:49.43] Eyes burning up

[00:53.70] The darkness holding me tightly

[00:58.21] Until the sun rises up

[01:06.71] Moving all around

[01:07.50] Screaming of the ups and downs

[01:09.09] Pollution manifested in perpetual sound

[01:10.95] The wheels go 'round and the sunset creeps

[01:13.34] Behind street lamps, chain-link, and concrete

[01:15.47] A little piece of paper with a picture drawn

[01:17.61] Floats on down the street 'til the wind is gone

[01:19.73] And the memory now is like the picture was then

[01:21.86] When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again

[01:24.25] From the top to the bottom

[01:25.58] Bottom to top I stop

[01:26.65] At the core I've forgotten

[01:27.98] In the middle of my thoughts

[01:29.04] Taken far from my safety

[01:30.10] The picture's there

[01:31.16] The memory won't escape me

[01:32.78] But why should I care?

[01:33.58] From the top to the bottom

[01:34.65] Bottom to top I stop

[01:35.70] At the core I've forgotten

[01:36.76] In the middle of my thoughts

[01:37.83] Taken far from my safety

[01:38.89] The picture's there

[01:40.21] The memory won't escape me

[01:42.60] But why should I care?

[01:45.79] In the memory you'll find me

[01:46.85] Eyes burning up

[01:51.36] The darkness holding me tightly

[01:55.89] Until the sun rises up

[02:03.62] Now you got me caught in the act

[02:06.28] You bring the thought back

[02:07.08] Telling you that I see it right through you

[02:08.68] Now you got me caught in the act

[02:10.27] You bring the thought back

[02:11.34] Telling you that I see it right through you

[02:12.94] Now you got me caught in the act

[02:14.83] You bring the thought back

[02:15.91] Telling you that I see it right through you

[02:17.23] Now you got me caught in the act

[02:18.82] You bring the thought back

[02:19.88] Telling you that I see it right through you

[02:21.76] Now you got me caught in the act

[02:23.36] You bring the thought back

[02:24.68] Telling you that I see it right through you

[02:26.00] Now you got me caught in the act

[02:27.86] You bring the thought back

[02:29.19] Telling you that I see it right through you

[02:30.79] Now you got me caught in the act

[02:32.11] You bring the thought back

[02:33.43] Telling you that I see it right through you

[02:35.84] In the memory you'll find me

[02:40.10] Eyes burning up

[02:44.61] The darkness holding me tightly

[02:48.87] Until the sun rises up

[02:53.11] In the memory you'll find me

[02:56.31] Eyes burning up

[03:02.41] The darkness holding me tightly

[03:06.66] Until the sun rises up