Spirit of Forgetfulness

The thought of you possesses me You're the dweller of my mind Where you are utterly and vividly alive I called upon Lethe The spirit of forgetfulness I implored her deeply To erase my memory She said "Be careful what you wish for, deary" "Those waters aren't meant for the living For all you know, I could be a trickster Merciless and unforgiving I might not be your well-wisher" Lethe dеcided to help me Thе spirit of oblivion She took me to the underworld Among the souls of the dead Where I drank from the river To help me forget "Those waters aren't meant for the living For all you know, I could be a trickster Merciless and unforgiving I might not be your well-wisher" And I forgot it all Yet I still remember you I've got no remembrance of who I am Oh, I forgot it all Yet I still remember you I've got no remembrance of who I am Yet I still know you through and through Those waters aren't meant for the living I made a desperate deal with a trickster Merciless and unforgiving A misleading voice, with a truthful whisper Those waters aren't meant for the living I made a desperate deal with a trickster Merciless and unforgiving A misleading voice, with a truthful whisper Misleading voice, with a truthful whisper