In the year of the plague
Perses let out a sigh
Lost to the infinite howling
Through a trapdoor in the sky

Running through a hallway of eyes
Push away shards of lies
If we burn the totem of tomorrow
Would yesterday remain

Who cries for the memory boy
Who will hear his tales
When all the fantasy’s have gone
And the giants have been slain

Let’s hear it for the memory boy
Who will take his place
Now he’s going rogue
Left you home alone

Shelves of lost ideas and footnotes
Pour onto the floor, swept away
Deeper dreams return behind glass
Focus through the grey
In the smoke of a horror show
Tumbling over cliffs of regret

Who cares for the memory boy
Selling doom and gloom
When there’s a war to be won
The tilling of the fields

Severed hand for the memory boy
A slap across the face
Rip all your photos apart
And burn away the rest

You are a footnote
Skimmed through and forgotten
By Gods too tired to finish their stories
Go wilder, stay crazy
No need to focus today
In the smoke of a yesterday
Where we’re always gonna return to play

All praise the memory boy
Watching from afar
Spraying the word of the Lord
Like slurry in the fields

Slow clap for the memory boy
Turn your other face
Split all your atoms apart
And slowly walk away

Who cares for the memory boy
Selling doom and gloom
When there’s a war to be won
And a tilling of the fields

Push away the shards of lies

Severed hand for the memory boy
A slap across the face
Rip all your photos apart
And burn away the rest

Slow clap for the memory boy
Turn your other face
Split all your atoms apart
And slowly walk away