The Therapist کے بول

On the leather couch, exercising demons No keeping secrets A cold cup of coffee, a few more cigarettes God only knows the roads I've been down Educate me now, break me down To the bits and pieces I need somebody to bring me back to live Whats wrong with you (tell me all your problems, let it out) Whats wrong with you (tell me all your secrets, get it out) I don't know why these monster's are trapped in my head I keep trying to put them to bed I've got my hands inside my pockets But I've felt no change in years I've got these broken mirrors and they keep me here I need a higher calling to get me out of bed But God only knows the roads I've been down Liberate me now I need somebody to bring me back to life Don't talk just listen to us Keep quiet on the couch and shut the fuck up Don't talk just listen to us Keep quiet on the couch and shut the fuck up