Promille Hill

Gone, beaten beyond recognition I’m not the same one
You once listened to as one of the few with a point of view
Glad to see you!
Do I know you?
My memory’s a blank
Locked up in the bank
Stale, stuck in old ways, I may have betrayed all my righteous claims
Gone from where I came from, the place I was born. A Little alone
Glad to see you!
Do I know you?
«Remember when, remember them, do you remember them?»
I can’t remember them. I have no memory of anything