Devotion to Memory Video (MV)

I dismember the illusion of you
Creating a false god out of your flesh
I worship it, because I, have nothing else
Memories of the past
Controlling my every move
Receiving pleasure from a corpse
Just memories of another time
A prototype of what's to come perhaps?
Or just another illusion I've created to justify continuing
I tell myself it'll be the last time every time
Never again would I
And yet again, here I am
F*cking myself to sleep
With only a ghost to accompany me
I guess I'd rather be deranged than be alone