Seneca - Everything is a Memory lyrics

I hate this town. Abandoned and alone. Where everything is a memory and everywhere smells of you. Safe haven for self annihilation. It is all simple damnation when the sky rains nails. Stripped and meek, so compa**ionately guilt ridden, card carrying member. We got ourselves into this and there's no turning back. Your disregards for the feeble pleas are atrocious at best. Such a gray cold. Your eyes will glaze over. I often wonder, when do you close your eyes and halt the gears of your mind, and truly be at rest. Here we go again. You are a symphony, your secret is safe with me.