Exorcise - Gazelle Twin, Dave Clarke

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