i guess theyre locked into the vault i mean my memories is my fault or did i do it subconciously cause its got me wodering about certain things inserted that i certainly dont remember from the past and its got me mad but not angry i mean like the professor im professin my obsessive confessions that have me restless for theyve been neglected blessed be the saviour but i cant savour that scenario im in the scary hole or pit its so hellish damnnations where i sit and i just cant come to terms with it ive lost my screws again or maybe my marbles cause im so startled or suprised or startled at the hellish things that reside its ur worst menories that were trapped in ur mind behind a fog or haze that you couldnt penatrate thru in all ur days just to find out that its what awaits you cause theres nothin more torturous than all ur regrets coming to get redemption on ur head its like a bounty for all the damage you did the trauma of ur past is astounding and im bouncing down the hole hitting every obstacle on my way down but its not wonderland that waits to be found but purgatory is this the afterlife did i die whats going on and y what ended my life and will i be remembered for my deeds evil or kind indeed i cant really define the difference ive lost sight walking blind but im not high actually feelin down like theres a boulder on my soul and i cant control my emotions what so ever so hey mom waitnwas this entire experience just me coming home