Black Sleep

A:            It’s not a matter of price, I need to see you tonight doctor help I’m afraid of what I might do
Doctor: We’ve been through this before, they’re images nothing more, I’m out, it’s late and I’m not going to see you

A:            But you won’t believe the images I see, the people chasing me, the poisoned air I breathe - it is real
Doctor: It’s not real
A:            But you won’t believe this claustrophobic dream, the agony in me, the fear that steals you see it is real

A:            I need a break from this cell.
                This carpet is burning my feet and the lights have a mind of their own.
                I’m feeling closer to hell but I still breathe.
                Wasting time cos the stereos dead and the screen won’t come to life.
                Neither will I but I hold tight

B:            When will you stop this game, this tired scheme – Come out and say hello
A:            Please help me my eyes are burning
B:            The lights are all ok, the carpets fine, your mind is on it’s way
A:            Please help me my eyes are burning
A:            Now I’m out in the corner of hell

A:            Now I’m out in the corner of hell
The devil he knows all my secrets – he’s staring me down
But I won’t loose contact with his eyes
There’s got to be a weapon around
The sense is alive
But the engine is dead, numbness won’t help reignite
Concession is only voice in my mind.