Paroles de 'Let Me Be Your Therapy' par Jim Lea

Let me see yourself
Let me in your mind
Let me be the close encounter of another kind

Let me be guilt
Be your guiding light
Let me be your Satan’s hell, your heaven’s Jesus Christ

Let me be your demons
Let me be your dress
Let me see the filth that lies in your unconscious nest

Now you treat me badly
So I treat you kind
Let me be the garbage in the cesspools of your mind

Oh, let me be your therapy
Oh, let me be your therapy

Let me hold you safely
Let me keep you warm
Let me be the reason why your fragile heart is torn (torn)

Let me see your anger
Sexuality
Let me be your father, mother, brother, he-she, me

Let me be your breath (ahh)
Let me be your clown
Let me free the chains that trip you up and weigh you down

So come unto me gladly
Come unto me
Let me be your sadomasochistic fantasies

Oh, let me be your therapy
Oh, let me be your therapy
Yeah, let me go

Let me be the fears, your loves and hates
Let me watch as you manipulate
Let me be the shit that’s been there years
Let me know the pain that drives your tears

I’ll be your new religion now
Woah-oh, your therapy
Therapy

Let me be your coca
Your heroin
Let me see the beast, the frightened child that lies within

Let me be your shelter (shelter)
In the driving rain
Let me be your sanity, your madness, loss and gain

Do you dream about me?
Yeah, do you dream at all?
Do you think I’ll push you down then catch you when you fall

So let me give you freedom
And let me give you power
Let me exorcise the ghosts that haunt you by the hour

Oh, let me be your therapy
Oh, let me be your therapy
Oh, let me be your therapy

Let me be your progress
Let me test your will
Let me turn you inside out
Then hit you with my bill