Barclay James Harvest

There is a place that I have been
It's like no other place I've seen
The blade is cold against my skin
It's not quite out, it's not quite in
It seems I've fallen off the earth
No sign of hope, no sense of worth
And in my mouth a bitter pill
It makes me sleep, it keeps me still
I can't explain the words they miss
If there's a point in all of this
Why can't the gods who planets make
Just give me peace for pity's sake?
It's not those years and years I spent
Within a world without event
It's not these things that make me weep
It's more the devils that I keep