Therapy

Over and over Inside my head I hear them calling I'll soon be dead Over and over Inside my head I hear them calling I'll soon be dead Over and over Inside my head I hear them calling I'll soon be dead It's way too easy To make it all stop I'll be another gravestone A name you forgot A name you could not Save from that shot And how can you sleep at night When you want to go To a different dimension Where there is no war, no more, in extension Where you end sore, and give no attention To material shit like money and a mansion Make the pain go, make it stop Keep runnin' 'till the damned routine drops Out of my city, out of my life Consuming and unassuming the values of the garden loosestrife Posttraumatic, damage in your brain Diplomatic, humanized, cannot be saved Aristocratic, symptomatic, so badly craved To cut the cord and finally hit the grave Mr. Patient, close you eye Imagine trees Take a deep breath, sir And sense the breeze Use your strengths To make the world a better Place to live Schizophrenia, I'd say Yes, indeed 'Scuse me, sir Are you smoking we...? Should get back to the source of it The parents broken up? So young boy It says you've tried The death cup Over and over Inside my head I hear them calling I'll soon be dead Over and over Inside my head I hear them calling I'll soon be dead I left naked down, along the street Homeless, hopeless, never left alone the beat Though I'm young I wanna live I wanna die, my whole life was a lie Over and over Inside my head I hear them calling I'll soon be dead