Outside the wind is howling
Lashing sheets of cold and cruel rain
Inside the air is fetid
Lying heavy on my beleaguered brain
These things that happen when you're sleeping
Are still there when you're awake
They hide in folds among the bedclothes
Re-emerge when it's too late
It's not that I am so unstable
It's just that there's something inside me
It's fighting, tearing for a way out
So at last it can be free
They told me that I have got to relinquish
These things that just fell out of my mind
It's not that I am going crazy
It's just that I refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
Refuse to be blind
This is a reworking of an older song called Message to the Martians