Mandrake smashes his glass on the wall.
All your time is not your own
It's real hard to find out why
It's real hard to say good-bye
To move on down the line...
"Your memory is all that I have." He slurs. "Your memory is what I cherish, Your voice is the only melody, Your images I treasure so much."
Both your eyes wide open
You see the shape I'm in
It wasn't of my choosing
It's only bones and skin
And I will plead no contest
If loving you's a crime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time
He pours another glass in the wee hours of the morning. Takes a sip. Stumbles across to the wall.
All your life is in your head
All you dreams are in your sleep
And if your dreams are hid too deep
They're just a waste of time
When you try to chase the dream
You never seem to know the time
You never recognize the signs
And nothing's what it seems
Smashes the glass again. Screams in Pain.
"Memory, Voice, Images." He pauses, waits for his tears to douse some of the anger.
All life is a mystery,
All things pass you by in time
All things just a perfect crime
It's just the way we are
All instincts let you down
It's not a case of love in vain
It's not a case of love insane
It's enough to break your heart
"I don't want you to be like her. I want her."
And so all our years together
Weren't worth a fucking dime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time
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The song playing in the background is 'One More Fucking Time' by Motorhead.
Earlier: Lane of Memories :: Follow you into the Dark
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