Spectrophobic Dementia Lyrics - Tourniquet

I feel a piece of my life escapes me 

With every rising of the sun 

Subtle thoughts assuring me that I'm not well 

Asyndesis, mind undone 

Was it me? 

Was I there? 

No way to tell memory cast farewell 

Will I live? 

Am I dead? 

Somebody said, "He's getting worse" 

1943 inside, outside it's yesterday 

God, please help me 

Lacramation down my face 

Voices, strangers from my past 

The people that I love 

Worried smiles across the room 

It's me they're thinking of 

You don't know how lame it is to wonder who you are 

Losing touch with everything, and everyone's so far 

Give to me the dreams my brain and mind will not recall 

Give to me the dignity of knowing me at all 

Here alone inside, please comfort me before I die 

And I can only be restored by your hand 

He who hears the Word and turns 

To do not what it says and learn 

Is like the man who gazed into the mirror 

For an honest view 

And saw himself and walked away 

Forgot the sight without delay 

This fate could be for me or you 

So seek the Lord in grace and truth