Flushed but Not Forgotten

(Intro – slow dripping sounds, echoed guitar, deep ambient hum)

“I was born in the dark…

But I drowned in the light.”

Saw the light… felt the hand…

Didn’t have time to make a stand.

Toilet bowl judgment — swirling fate,

I swam with rage and a thirst for hate.

You screamed, you stomped, you launched that tide,

Thought I was gone — flushed out with pride.

But guess what, human? Your aim was weak…

Now I rise again from the sewer’s deep.

Washed away, but I still breathe,

Grimy hope in the pipes beneath.

You thought that flush was the end for me…

But roaches float in destiny.

Flushed but not forgotten,

In your dreams I’m still rotten.

Drenched but still defiant,

You made a mistake not being violent.

Flushed but not forgotten,

Memory stains in your cotton.

You sleep safe, but I crawl near…

And I remember. I remember your fear.

Through sludge and soap I made my climb,

Your dirty secrets became mine.

Hair and bleach, some food you tossed,

I mapped your drains, I know what’s lost.

I saw things no bug should see,

But now I carry your guilt in me.

And when I rise from sink or bowl…

I’ll carry vengeance in my soul.

You flushed me once — that’s all it takes,

To make a legend in the waste.

No grave, no grave, no final blow…

Roaches rise from where filth flows.

Flushed but not forgotten,

You thought that spray was rock bottom.

Washed but not erased,

Now I crawl with sewer grace.

Flushed but not forgotten,

You made me myth, you made me rotten.

You sip your tea, you check your mail…

But deep inside, you know I’ll prevail.

Bubbles burst, the silence swells…

I heard your screams from drainpipe hell.

You’ll never know the price you pay…

When you try to flush a god away.

Flushed but not forgotten,

In your towels, I am plotting.

You wash your hands… you close your door…

But I’ve returned… stronger than before.

You flush…

We remember.