Don't burn your bridges till you're on the other side

So the cliff made, keeps the memories away

Because as they follow you from the behind

The voices will needle your uncovered inside

The memories will cover you in a dark grey cloud

To steer you away to where you won't be found

They caress you and love you, like only a mother should

While slipping cyanide into the pieces of your food

Memories are a drug, they kill you in time

But you keep on taking them, hoping for a high