"gone upstairs"

Through dreams I might be able to, escape these things you say Elevate above these ruins within churches where they pray Ignore all the consequential or sinking into darkness Whilst staring out a window at a sorry sordid abyss I have not got any grace or airs, I've just gone upstairs Through thought I could easily change nothing, this or that then more A metamorphis of thy inner self another bloody running open sore To ignore the quaint essential paying for it in kind Exposed,laid bare and naked one glimpse of my state of mind I have not got any grace or airs, I've just gone upstairs