| Song | A Murder of Memories |
| Artist | Eyedea & Abilities |
| Album | First Born |
| 作曲 : Abilities, Eyedea | |
| Sometimes gunfire's brighter than the sunshine | |
| Sometimes a child's scream influences every dream | |
| Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinkin' we've moved on | |
| But no way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen | |
| It's now twenty-five years later, he's on the brink of fourty-three | |
| Still searchin' for sanity, surveyin' the floor of his distorted sea | |
| He remembers high-school friends jokin' about the war | |
| Never knew what Mom was cryin' for | |
| The other piece that shines in his mind | |
| Is the divine first-love soul-mate beauty brown-eyed queen he left behind | |
| He remembers holdin' her tight, watchin' the sunset at shore | |
| Never knew what she was cryin' for | |
| He got the letter in his mail by the middle of his summer | |
| Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his new born brother | |
| He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger | |
| And he still ducks and covers every time he hears the thunder | |
| He still hears the screams, smells the flesh, tastes the death | |
| Sees the blood, feels the pain What's to gain? | |
| Nothing's left but the slug that remains in his right path | |
| The bullet laughs every time he cries, and it drives him mad | |
| Trying to sleep, but the visions give him a cold sweat | |
| The war's been over for two decades, but he still hasn't been home yet | |
| Everyday he wakes and strains to repress his guilt | |
| And forget the horror, the violence, the kill-or-be-killed | |
| Fists are always clenched, teeth are always grindin' | |
| Real life is lost, and in a bottle he tries to find it | |
| "It's not fair", he mumbles through a nightmare | |
| Only in the fight for two years, and wound up spendin' his whole life there | |
| He was face to face with the devil for the "welfare" of his country | |
| Now he's strainin' to live, but his conscience won't let him | |
| It ain't flashbacks, you have to understand the tragedy, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war | |
| It's now twenty-five years later, he's on the edge of a park bench | |
| He's asked God for help, but found his source non-existent | |
| He sits in the shadows, 'cause his sun burns no more | |
| Now he knows what Mom was cryin' for | |
| I used to watch old man in the park, the sight slowly drove right | |
| Through my heart | |
| Wishin' I could help, but not knowin' where to start | |
| I'd walk away, curse the world, gush some love, and curse some more | |
| Now you know who I've been cryin' for | |
| He threw his medals in the river, but they sunk alone | |
| Put shades on his eyes, to hide him from the war zone in the sky | |
| He tried to slit his wrists about a month ago | |
| But he's seen so much death, he's scared to life of suicide | |
| If there was some way to break him out of this penitentiary | |
| Gulps get bigger and figures it'll chase away his memories | |
| But the dreams only worsen, the scenes almost burst in | |
| He recalls how training took away his right to be a person | |
| Put a gun in his hand, left him to die with the land | |
| The plan was the murder of man | |
| Politicians have a dispute, decide to send in troops | |
| But the truth is, they just don't understand | |
| Now he's runnin' out of time, and runnin' out of energy | |
| But till the last day, he'll be fighting for the murder of his memories | |
| And although he never got rid of his dog-tags | |
| He still wishes they'd have sent his parents and american flag (instead of him) | |
| He was face to face with the devil for the "welfare" of his country | |
| Now he's strainin' to live, but his conscience won't let him | |
| It ain't flashbacks, you have to understand the tragedy, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war | |
| Sometimes gunfire's brighter than the sunshine | |
| Sometimes a child's scream influences every dream | |
| Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinkin' we've moved on | |
| But no way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen |
| zuò qǔ : Abilities, Eyedea | |
| Sometimes gunfire' s brighter than the sunshine | |
| Sometimes a child' s scream influences every dream | |
| Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinkin' we' ve moved on | |
| But no way, no how, do we ever forget what we' ve seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we' ve seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we' ve seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we' ve seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we' ve seen | |
| It' s now twentyfive years later, he' s on the brink of fourtythree | |
| Still searchin' for sanity, surveyin' the floor of his distorted sea | |
| He remembers highschool friends jokin' about the war | |
| Never knew what Mom was cryin' for | |
| The other piece that shines in his mind | |
| Is the divine firstlove soulmate beauty browneyed queen he left behind | |
| He remembers holdin' her tight, watchin' the sunset at shore | |
| Never knew what she was cryin' for | |
| He got the letter in his mail by the middle of his summer | |
| Wouldn' t have had to go if it wasn' t for his new born brother | |
| He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger | |
| And he still ducks and covers every time he hears the thunder | |
| He still hears the screams, smells the flesh, tastes the death | |
| Sees the blood, feels the pain What' s to gain? | |
| Nothing' s left but the slug that remains in his right path | |
| The bullet laughs every time he cries, and it drives him mad | |
| Trying to sleep, but the visions give him a cold sweat | |
| The war' s been over for two decades, but he still hasn' t been home yet | |
| Everyday he wakes and strains to repress his guilt | |
| And forget the horror, the violence, the killorbekilled | |
| Fists are always clenched, teeth are always grindin' | |
| Real life is lost, and in a bottle he tries to find it | |
| " It' s not fair", he mumbles through a nightmare | |
| Only in the fight for two years, and wound up spendin' his whole life there | |
| He was face to face with the devil for the " welfare" of his country | |
| Now he' s strainin' to live, but his conscience won' t let him | |
| It ain' t flashbacks, you have to understand the tragedy, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war | |
| It' s now twentyfive years later, he' s on the edge of a park bench | |
| He' s asked God for help, but found his source nonexistent | |
| He sits in the shadows, ' cause his sun burns no more | |
| Now he knows what Mom was cryin' for | |
| I used to watch old man in the park, the sight slowly drove right | |
| Through my heart | |
| Wishin' I could help, but not knowin' where to start | |
| I' d walk away, curse the world, gush some love, and curse some more | |
| Now you know who I' ve been cryin' for | |
| He threw his medals in the river, but they sunk alone | |
| Put shades on his eyes, to hide him from the war zone in the sky | |
| He tried to slit his wrists about a month ago | |
| But he' s seen so much death, he' s scared to life of suicide | |
| If there was some way to break him out of this penitentiary | |
| Gulps get bigger and figures it' ll chase away his memories | |
| But the dreams only worsen, the scenes almost burst in | |
| He recalls how training took away his right to be a person | |
| Put a gun in his hand, left him to die with the land | |
| The plan was the murder of man | |
| Politicians have a dispute, decide to send in troops | |
| But the truth is, they just don' t understand | |
| Now he' s runnin' out of time, and runnin' out of energy | |
| But till the last day, he' ll be fighting for the murder of his memories | |
| And although he never got rid of his dogtags | |
| He still wishes they' d have sent his parents and american flag instead of him | |
| He was face to face with the devil for the " welfare" of his country | |
| Now he' s strainin' to live, but his conscience won' t let him | |
| It ain' t flashbacks, you have to understand the tragedy, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war, but the war never left him, see | |
| He left the war | |
| Sometimes gunfire' s brighter than the sunshine | |
| Sometimes a child' s scream influences every dream | |
| Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinkin' we' ve moved on | |
| But no way, no how, do we ever forget what we' ve seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we' ve seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we' ve seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we' ve seen | |
| No way, no how, do we ever forget what we' ve seen |