The hatchet swings, and what remains
Is JPEGs and videotapes
My bridge's burnt, like my CDs
Can't stop delayed decay
Rewind, to a time
When I was on your mind
Replay, those days
Of all just fun and games
My post-modern Prometheus just won't die
Ripping zipped stitches, now rise!
In my files, we're still alive
You're the reason I play a game I'm doomed to lose
Polaroid graveyards, cached with echoes
I'm lost between these photos filled with ghosts
I'll recut the film for a happy ending
But all these memories, thoughts and prayers
Linger on inside a spiraling vortex