This is not reality
I am laying on the floor
Staring at the wall
Like the spider in the window
Wish that I could speak
Is there fantasy in Refuge
God in politicians
Should I turn on my religon
These demons in my head tell me to
I'm lying here in bed
Swear my skin is inside out
Just another Sunday morning
See my diary on the newstand
Seems we lost the truth to quicksand
It's a shame no one is praying
Cause these voices in my head keeps saying
Love
Just don't stop
Reveal the word when your supposed to
Withdrawn and introverted
Infectiously perverted
Being laughed at and confused
Keeps us perfectly amused
