All the everything pulled me inside, Like a house in a land-slide, or a TV glow There in the thick of it, as I reeled in the light. While I drowned in the happenstance, That all this information would leave me Back to the shadows. Forgetery. Forgetery, alive and well. Forgetery. Forgetery, alive. So called it hands tied. The illusion of choice. Shotgun wedding. Rock and a hard place. Cuz when I taste it, just one moment of truth. What I'm wishing would linger, Seems leave me. Now I fear a distrraction ever near me. So I'm open and broken, feels like teething Sweet pain of the process. Forgetery. Forgetery, alive and well. Forgetery. Forgetery, alive and well. Forgetery... Forgetery, alive and well.