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 cant do without my Gives me a cold stare That man standing there Becomes a (unknown) 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