Spectre

Confusion in my head
A noise growing inside
A power to remember
I am too feeble

Amnesia strikes me thrice
Morphine enforced my cells
In the corridors of the asylum

I ride the wheelchair
My limbs are paralyzed
Severe disconnection from my sensory system

There's a growing void in my chest
I can't feel the pain of my past
I don't remember what was left
nor I could fathom how I have come this far

A watchman upon us
He haunts the weaklings
limbs contorted in an ugly shape

There's some blood on the wall
someone has died up
A rotting carcass of my friend

I cannot humanize my actions
too dazed to feel the reality
A rife of feelings in my heart

There's a growing void in my chest
I can't feel the pain of my past
I don't remember what was left
nor could I fathom how I have come this far

I set the breeze on fire, The doctors plead like cowards
I sit on my electric chair and laugh as the men burn

This head cannot take it all, this head cannot take it in
It is a one-way junction, and there's no one to redeem it

There's a growing void in my chest
I cannot feel the pain of my past
I do not remember what was left
Nor i could fathom how
I have come this far