Aftershocks

They've managed to get rid of me, returned me to the grave

ECT, electric chair, we shock who we can't save

They've cleared you of my memory and many more as well

You may have wanted some of them but who can ever tell

Your brainwaves are more regular, the chemistry more pure

The headaches and the nausea will pass and you'll endure

Your son is gone forever though, of that the doctor's sure

The memories will wane, the aftershocks remain

You wonder which is worse, the symptom or the cure

They've managed to get rid of me, I'm gone without a trace

But sear the soul and leave a scar no treatment can erase

They cut away the cancer but forgot to fill the hole

They moved me from your memory, I'm still there in your soul

Your life goes back to normal now, or so they all believe

Your heart is in your chest again, not hanging from your sleeve

They've driven out the demons and they've earned you this reprieve

The memories are gone, the aftershocks live on

But with nothing to remember, is there nothing left to grieve?

With nothing to remember...