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| Therapy - Published Dr. Indicatti / BMI 1998 | |
| Once again I’m on this couch revealing all my fears and
doubts Extreme directives he does make as if to watch me tremble, quake Lose your lover, lose your friend, lose that chasm that you’re in But we must see you every week till all those demons you defeat Have I grown to be a good girl? Upstanding servant to the world? Cautious in the things I say? Obedient in every way? Never stir a single thought that in any way would piss you off Gotten too good at this game, won’t have to pay the price in vain A faceless stranger to my pride Lead the way to where my fears reside My restless heart cannot contend ( I’ve) lost sight, what might make me whole again? And they will never know how I conceal - I choose when all to reveal I only wish to seek a place where hate not dwell on every face What do you suggest I be to deal with things I cannot see To view the world with softer eyes and better make these hum-drum lives Regression – succession Let this be a lesson Repression – aggression You can never go back – you can never go back Regression – succession Just do it with some passion Repression – aggression You can never go back – you can never go back |
This is my rather searing comment on the psychiatric "industry". If you're ever forced into any mandatory psychiatric sessions, this song should be considered as a patient's guide on how to "play the game". Nice work by guest guitarist Mark Akin. - Bobby |
