I.T.A.

Instance of a total amnesia
This perpetual path
Reminds me of anything
My memories decline
My past is dying
Trapped head
Searching for answers
I'll probably never find
I'll probably never find

Whose that wife
Those children?
My family I suppose
Why this job
This routine?
What are my real values?
I dehumanize
Have no frame of mind
No anguish, no scare, no joy
No pleasure
Just only one satisfaction
To serve my country Psykron
It is so strange!
Things do not go well
Cause I do not care about their gratitude

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