Posted for the August '17 Clickers Club "Strange Days" challenge, this is a rather intense effort from 2014 album No Wrecollection.
Largely inspired by my dad's battle with dementia, which eventually took him from us last year, and the terrifying world that memory loss creates.
When everyday items and events, familiar faces and loved ones, become unknown strangers, it changes everything.
One of my pet phrases, when I'm reminded about something obvious that I've forgotten, is "actually I have an excellent memory, it's just that it's full".  But in reality I know that my memory, like everyone's, is gradually getting worse as the birthdays whistle by.
So who knows?

Sorry what was the question again?

Lyrics

Who can stand against the tide
The cold, inexorable march of time?
Thought perhaps I might be that one
King Canute on his drowning throne.

But now my recent events cease to exist
Details lost in a dull grey mist.
Words and faces refuse to come,
Inner voices stricken dumb.

And I hate this living without living
I hate this dying without dying
God damn this broken memory
For taking my life away from me

This rage is all that I have left
That I have left that I have left
This rage is all that I have left
The only thing I've left I can't forget

I was the brightest of my year
A long illustrious future clear
Now I'm trapped in this hooded cage
Dissipated in silent rage

Because all the things that I used to know
Are now lost to stack overflow
And the only thing that I remember
Is a useless disconnected anger

And I hate this living without living
I hate this dying without dying
God damn this broken memory
For taking my life away from me