Let Me Be Your Therapy - 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