The Exorcist

In the night, you feel

Somewhat unreal

And it ain't fiction

It's catching 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

And 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 you're left for dead

In the night, you feel

Somewhat unreal

It's never fiction

It's catching up with you

Nothing you can do, no

The hurt begins

Leeches on your skin

As you're standing by

The sun's eclipsed by a thousand flies