The Exorcist

In the night you feel
Somewhat unreal
And it ain't fictionIt's catching up with you
Nothing you can do, noAnd the hurt begins
Leeches on your skin
As you're standing by
The sun's eclipsed by a thousand fliesIt's time to fall, you'll see
It ain't no misery
And it will not endIt's a fact and it's cold
Just like you've been told soThe hurt begins
Leeches on your skin
As you're standing by
The sun's eclipsed by a thousand liesYour stomach turns
Your eyes, they itch and burn
Pray to God, Get them off me
Alone on bloody, bended kneesDespite 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 deadIn the night you feel
Somewhat unreal
And it ain't fictionIt's catching up with you
Nothing you can do, noThe hurt begins
Leeches on your skin
As you're standing by
The sun's eclipsed by a thousand lies