Lit Me Up

This tape recounts a dream which occurred

Close to the termination of approximately

400 hours of intensive, individual therapy

Now, the patient recounts her dream

I had this dream earlier this morning and I wrote it down

The dream is that I'm in some sort of a

And I'm in a hotel I'm at

I'm like at a convention or something

And I feel sort of almost like there's too much going on

There are all different kinds of meetings going on

Stuff on experimental psych and therapy, chemical aspects

All of it

But, I'm while I don't mind having all this going on inside of me

It's sort of I think I'm going to be relieved when it's over

When I can sort of settle back down

It's where you live, but you don't know how it's built

If we're just dust, then it doesn't matter who you kill

Don't cut me up and tell me that it's ok

Just turn it off 'cause I don't care anyway

It lit me up

It lit me up

It lit me up

It lit me up

Something's stirring in a deep Atlantic trench

Doesn't forget the thousand years before it slipped

It's the beast, it's my heart, it's open

Dive down into its unit in its head

It lit me up

It lit me up

It lit me up

It lit me up

It lit me up like a torch on a pitch black night

Like the nimble little needles of a dried up pine

Lit me up and I burn from the inside out

Yeah, I burn like a witch in a Puritan town

It lit me

It lit me

When I grow up I want to be a heretic

I want to climb over the walls, cause I'm not on the list

I want to put my hands to work until the work's done

I want to open up my heart like the ocean

It lit me up

It lit me up

It lit me up

It lit me up

It lit me up like a rag soaked in gasoline

The neck of the bottle breaking right at my feet

It lit me up and I burned from the inside out

Yeah, I burned like a witch in a Puritan town

It lit me

It was a good dream