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

The hurt begins

Leeches on your skin

As you're standing by

The sun's eclipsed by a thousand lies

Your stomach turns

Your eyes, they itch and burn

Pray to God, ?Get them off me?

Alone on bloody, bended 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

And it ain't 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 lies