IntroThey've Managed To Get Rid Of MeReturn Me To The GraveE.c.t., Electric ChairWe Shock Who We Can't SaveThey've Cleared You Of My MemoryAnd Many More As WellYou May Have Wanted Some Of ThemBut Who Can Ever TellYour Brainwaves Are More RegularThe Chemistry More PureThe Headaches And The Nausea Will Pass And You'll EndurеYour Son Is Gone Forever, ThoughOf That, Thе Doctor's SureThe Memories Will WaneThe Aftershocks RemainYou Wonder Which Is WorseThe Symptom Or The CureThey've Managed To Get Rid Of MeI'm Gone Without A TraceBut Sear The Soul And Leave A ScarNo Treatment Can EraseThey Cut Away The CancerBut Forgot To Fill The HoleThey Moved Me From Your MemoryI'm Still There In Your SoulYour Life Goes Back To Normal NowOr So They All BelieveYour Heart Is In Your Chest AgainNot Hanging From Your SleeveThey've Driven Out The DemonsAnd They've Earned You This ReprieveThe Memories Are GoneThe Aftershocks Live OnBut With Nothing To RememberIs There Nothing Left To Grieve?With Nothing To Remember
