Can't Forget Everything

Ask me my name. Ask me who my parents are. Ask me any normal thing I ought to know, you'll get the same answer: I don't know. I remember nothing. Not who I am. Not how I came in this jacked Maze or why. Nothing; just like all the guys here. But if there's one thing I'm damn sure of it's that we have to get out; as many of us as we can & soon. And when we do, the Creators will pay.