Come, my brothers, far and wide to view the memory maker

It opens with an envelope and closes with a taper

The present is the past and now the last thing you remember

The first thing when you wake tomorrow wishing it was later

On the surface memory is something you discover

Lying in a darkened room, waiting for your slumber

Cutting like the finest chisel, feeling only water

Burning in a branding that will stay with you forever

Come, my brothers, far and wide to view the memory maker

The present is the past and now the last thing you remember