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Dan Bull

Amnesia: The Dark Descent

 

Amnesia: The Dark Descent


I woke up to nothing but a candle
And the vague understanding that my name is Daniel
Uncertain of my circumstance, nothing else is substantial
I gather fragments of a mind that I might have dismantled
The last dregs of oil burning in the lantern
Dispel the phantoms that hold my memory to ransom
Can I remember the reason that I need to answer them
And descend into madness' inner sanctum?
A humble hunter gatherer hunted by gatherers
Who are governed by malice in this glum palace of avarice
Under the thumb of Baron Alexander in its utter vastness
Some cannot handle this and thus succumb to blackness
The kind of dark a pack of matches can't dispel
The kind that violates your mind 'til it's a lifeless shell
You've made the drive halfway into your private hell
So finish the trip and enjoy the ride, you might as well

No gunpowder, just a tinderbox
No flint, no pin for picking the locks
No giving up, no going back
No hope, no memory, You Don't Know Jack

You can run, you can hide
You can shun what's inside
You, but I know your mind
I will come and will find
You can crouch in the dark
Can deny I'm inside
You are only delay
In the day that I find you

I haven't got a trusty weapon with which I can cut and thrust
So I keep descending into corridors that are bottomless
I cough and splutter on the rotten musk of forgotten husks
Knowing the day of reckoning won't stop at dusk
When you ride with the devil you can't be too careful
It might be the death of your mind, he's residing inside you and therefore you're frightened and fearful
Crying and tearful because your life is a vessel
Destined to spend every night lying unsettled
So no surprise that you'll be finding it stressful
When every thread inside your head unravels
Yet nobody's there to find you dead, I've traveled
Through the perils of a feral desert, endeavoured
But effort's never sufficient
Whenever you're in a position
Where decisions you commit to will rip through the firmament
And permanently trick you to tip you even further
Into the slimy bowels of your private hell
Where chiming bells ring in the news you finally fell

No gunpowder, just a tinderbox
No flint, no pin for picking the locks
No giving up, no going back
No hope, no memory, You Don't Know Jack

You can run, you can hide
You can shun what's inside
You, but I know your mind
I will come and will find
You can crouch in the dark
Can deny I'm inside
You are only delay
In the day that I find
You can run, you can hide
You can shun what's inside
You, but I know your mind
I will come and will find
You can crouch in the dark
Can deny I'm inside
You are only delay
In the day that I find you

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