Her memories suffer the kind of deaththatâs loud enough to wake the deadHer memories suffer a thousand tormentsbecause of what was unsaidShe walks around a lifeless formI can tell itâs in her eyesDissect a living ghost;I swear takes more than a scalpel knifeStanding in the darkness thereâs a lightWaiting for, waiting for another form of lifeShe forgets her memories tonightWaiting for, waiting for a chance to live her lifeSomebody, somebody help her, helpTormented alone, drowning inside, buried by sandTormented alone, choking back tears at a loss for what she hadBlank stare into nowhereI swear itâs unlikely sheâll be revivedDissect a living ghost;I swear it takes more than a scalpel knifeStanding in the darkness thereâs a lightWaiting for, waiting for another form of lifeShe forgets her memories tonightWaiting for, waiting for a chance to live her lifeShe lies there in tranquility foreverSheâs now a memoryShe lies there in tranquility foreverSheâs now a memoryShe lies there in tranquility foreverSheâs now a memoryStanding in the darkness thereâs a lightWaiting for, waiting for another form of lifeShe forgets her memories tonightWaiting for, waiting for a chance to live her lifeSomebody, somebody help her, helpSomebody, somebody help her, help