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 so brave 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 an ember in the needles of a dried out 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 wall 'cause I'm not on the list I want to put my hands to work till 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 In 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