Exorcist

In the night you feel

Somewhat unreal

And it ain't fiction

It's cathing up - with you

Nothing you can do - no

And the hurt begins

Leeches on your skin

As you're standing by

The sun's eclipsed by a thousand flies

It's time to fall - you'll see

It ain't no misery

And it will not end

It's a fact - and it's cold

Just like you've been told - so

The hurt begins

Leeches on your skin

As you're standing by

The sun's eclipsed by a thousand flies

Your stomach turns

Your eyes they itch and burn

Pray to god get them off of me

Alone on bloody bending knees

Despite the fact you scream and shout

No one reacts or cares about

They say it's all just in your head

It's plain to see your left for dead

In the night you feel

Somewhat unreal

And it ain't fiction

It's cathing up - with you

Nothing you can do - no