Oh Lord, Save My Sinful Soul

lest we forget the lesson enshrined in funeral clay history is never written by those who’ve lost the defeated must bear witness to our collective memory loss

we live in the dreamtime nothing seems to last can you really plan a future when you no longer have a past

memories fall from the trees amnesia memories like autumn leaves

if we are subject to empirical minds i wonder what lies beyond our memory’s confines

memory, help me see amnesia memory, set me free

all my love and all my kisses sweet mnemosyne all my love and all my kisses sweet mnemosyne sweet mnemosyne