The Psychoanalyst - SUCCESS

My illness is like a bug

A bug in my brain, walking on the nerve

searching for the default

the gate, the door

Can you hear my silent cry?

It’s in my brain, makes me insane

Insane in the brain, insane in the brain

Insane in the brain, insane in the brain

Most of the time light burns my eyes

Most of the time sound breaks my ears

What should I do?

Who should I call?

I need to meet a psychoanalyst

Wait & see what my dreams are made for

Wait & see what my dreams are made for

Wait & see what my dreams are made for

I got to, I got to, I got to wait & see

Wait & see

Wait & see

Wait & see

Wait & see

Please give me fifty bocks

And I’ll give you the paradise

The pleasure back in your eyes

For your depression, I’m the solution

I’m going to tell you what to do

I’m going to tell you what to think

You shouldn’t ask any question

You shouldn’t take any decision

You got to fuck off anybody

anybody, except me

Let me see what your dreams are made for

Let me see what your dreams are made for

Let me see what your dreams are made for

You got to, you got to, you got to let me see

Let me see

Let me see

Let me see

Let me see

The psychoanalyst

The psychoanalyst

The psychoanalyst

The psychoanalyst

My sickness is like a painting

A Pollock’s painting moving in my head

It hurts me.

It burns me

What should I do?

I’ve got to reject my family

I’ve got to burn my effigy

The time has come to fuck off

The time has come to fuck off the psychoanalyst

The psychoanalyst

The psychoanalyst

The psychoanalyst

The psychoanalyst

Set me free

Set me free

Set me free

Set me free