Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amnesia, artist - Dan Bull.
Date of issue: 14.12.2021
Song language: English
Amnesia |
I woke up to nothing but a candle |
And the vague understanding that my name is Daniel |
Uncertain of my circumstance, nothing else is substantial |
I gather fragments of a mind that I might have dismantled |
The last dregs of oil burning in the lantern |
Dispel the phantoms that hold my memory to ransom |
Can I remember the reason that I need to answer them |
And descend into madness' inner sanctum? |
A humble hunter-gatherer hunted by gatherers |
Who are governd by malice in this glum palace of avarice |
Undr the thumb of Baron Alexander in its utter vastness |
Some cannot handle this and thus succumb to blackness |
The kind of dark a pack of matches can’t dispel |
The kind that violates your mind 'til it’s a lifeless shell |
You’ve made the drive halfway into your private Hell |
So finish the trip and enjoy the ride, you might as well |
No gunpowder, just a tinderbox |
No flint, no pin for picking the locks |
No giving up, no going back |
No hope, no memory, you don’t know jack |
You can run, you can hide |
You can shun what’s inside you |
But I know your mind |
I will come and will find |
You can crouch in the dark |
Can deny I’m inside |
You are only delay |
In the day that I find you |
I haven’t got a trusty weapon with which I can cut and thrust |
So I keep descending into corridors that are bottomless |
I cough and splutter on the rotten musk of forgotten husks |
Knowing the day of reckoning won’t stop at dusk |
When you ride with the Devil, you can’t be too careful |
It might be the death of your mind, he’s residing inside you |
And therefore you’re frightened and fearful |
Crying and tearful because your life is a vessel |
Destined to spend every night lying unsettled |
So no surprise that you’ll be finding it stressful |
When every thread inside your head unravels |
Yet nobody’s there to find you dead, I’ve traveled |
Through the perils of a feral desert, endeavoured |
But effort’s never sufficient whenever you’re in a position |
Where decisions you commit to will rip through the firmament |
And permanently trick you to tip you even further |
Into the slimy bowels of your private Hell |
Where chiming bells ring in the news you finally fell |
No gunpowder, just a tinderbox |
No flint, no pin for picking the locks |
No giving up, no going back |
No hope, no memory, you don’t know jack |
You can run, you can hide |
You can shun what’s inside you |
But I know your mind |
I will come and will find |
You can crouch in the dark |
Can deny I’m inside |
You are only delay |
In the day that I find |
You can run, you can hide |
You can shun what’s inside you |
But I know your mind |
I will come and will find |
You can crouch in the dark |
Can deny I’m inside |
You are only delay |
In the day that I find you |