Come, my brothers, far and wide to view the memory maker
It opens with an envelope and closes with a taper
The present is the past and now the last thing you remember
The first thing when you wake tomorrow wishing it was later
On the surface memory is something you discover
Lying in a darkened room, waiting for your slumber
Cutting like the finest chisel, feeling only water
Burning in a branding that will stay with you forever
Come, my brothers, far and wide to view the memory maker
The present is the past and now the last thing you remember