Memories
by Unconquered· from You Say Moderation, I Scream Prohibition!
A stranglehold, a darkened room/ Life is slipping as my hands release/ A final breath is slow and deep/ What secrets do your eyes keep/ Your flesh is cold, and your body is still/ My work begins with your upper torso, then your limbs spreading you out/ I make my place holding your head, then I caress your face/ I've taken your soul and faced my own/ Locked inside my memory is now your home/ I've taken your soul and faced my own/ To pry the heat of life out of the body of another/ Along with terror, now I stand face to face with life/ I've come to grasps with my unlawful existance/ To bring you to slipping as my hands release/ A final breath is slow and deep/ What secrets do your eyes keep/ I've taken your soul and faced my own/ Locked inside my memory is now your home/ I've taken your soul and faced my own/ MEMORIES