Exorcise

It’s a kind of dream, it’s a kind of dream
It’s a kind of dream, no way to wake up from
Though you cannot trust instinct that will break or fail
Feel the body bend now running off the cliff to fly
It’s a kind of pain, it’s a kind of pain
It’s a kind of pain, nothing brings relief from
Become a tower
A concrete tower
Become a picture
A pretty picture
It’s a kind of lie, it’s a kind of lie
Black blood flowing through your bones too weak to
It’s a kind of lie, it’s a kind of lie
Make the brain bend can’t do without my
Gives me a cold stare
That man standing there
Becomes a car park
Become an empty chair
It’s all in my mind
It’s all in my mind
It’s all in my mind
Become a tower
A concrete tower
Become a picture
A pretty picture
It’s all in my mind