What do I trust in life
Myself or the past
Whether I try to break free
I end up stepping back

No surprise that I'm moving back
As if I'm imprisoned in a time machine
All my effort to move forward
Is left behind

I've been fatally wounded by a blade
As my blood oozes out
Memories of my past stimulates my body
My eyes hurting and body weakening

Pressure to forget traumatization has entered
My memory tries to fight back
But they are outnumbered
As they fall apart one by one

I've been driven to dark highways
Driven to underground tunnels
Driven to the fiery depths of hell
Driven to the past