Is there a little place,
Inside your tired mind?
A place where you can wander,
That no one else can find?
It's a little bitty crawlspace,
Where you go to hide from life,
Hidden from the outside world,
From the devil and his strife.

There's lots of stuff to do in there,
Many creatures to see,
Many demons all around,
A twisted fantasy.
Crazy wishes do abound,
In this pocket wonderland,
Horrors as well as fairy tales,
Where battles are at hand.

No matter what you need,
No matter who gives you scars,
Just hide in your little pocket world,
And count your lucky stars.