Places I'd Forgotten Were Familiar
I feel consumed
And overwhelmed
Life around me
Is living hell
I'm trapped as far
as I can tell
Psychic vampires
Think I have
A soul to sell but
My halo is crooked
And I can't save this
Sinking shell
What is this ominous
Scene setting sheen
To the scene of
Mind crimes
I see nothing
But darkness
In your eyes
Without a doubt
This weight will
Make me writhe
But there is no
Escapism in this
Or in I
But there is no
Escapism in this
Or in I
And overwhelmed
Life around me
Is living hell
I'm trapped as far
as I can tell
Psychic vampires
Think I have
A soul to sell but
My halo is crooked
And I can't save this
Sinking shell
What is this ominous
Scene setting sheen
To the scene of
Mind crimes
I see nothing
But darkness
In your eyes
Without a doubt
This weight will
Make me writhe
But there is no
Escapism in this
Or in I
But there is no
Escapism in this
Or in I
Credits
Writer(s): Roger Bateson
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