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PEOPLE COME TO ME THEIR BRAIN DISEASE,

AND THEY THINK I'LL HELP THEM SEE WHAT WE FIND.

YOU'VE GOT NO CHOICE; YOUR HANDS ARE TIED.

SO WHAT WILL YOU DO, WHAT WILL YOU SAY

WHEN I SINK MY TEETH INTO YOU?

YOU'RE ALL ALONE, THERE'S NO ONE HOME,

NOTHING YOU CAN DO;

YOUR LIFE IS THROUGH.

OUT ON THE STREETS AGAIN.

I CONTROL YOUR MIND WITH THE BACK OF MY HAND.

YOU DO THE DAMAGE. I'LL MAKE THE CALLS.

KEEP IT UP UNTIL THE CURTAIN FALLS.

AND MAYBE YOU'LL FIND YOUR STATE OF MIND,

BUT NOT ON MY TIME, 'CAUSE I DON'T LIKE YOUR KIND.

YOU'LL FIND THAT WE'RE ALL OUT OF OUR MINDS;

KICK YOUR ASS ACROSS THE BORDERLINE,

AND I'LL STEAL YOUR SOUL. I'LL STEAL YOUR HEART.

I'LL RIP YOUR LIFE APART.

NOW MAKE THAT BLOOD FLOW

SO, BABY, YOU KNOW

THAT YOU'RE PART OF ME,

MY SYCHOTHERAPY.

SO LET IT ALL GO,

SOMEWHERE DOWN THAT ROAD,

THAT YOU'RE GONNA NEED

MY SYCHOTHERAPY.

NOW, MAYBE YOU'LL FIND YOUR STATE OF MIND.

BUT NOT ON MY TIME, 'CAUSE I AM YOUR KIND.

YOU'LL FIND THAT WE'RE ALL OUT OF OUR MINDS.

WE OWN THE BORDERLINE. WO STOLE YOUR SOUL.

WE STOLE YOUR HEART, ALREADY RIPPED YOUR LIFE APART.

A FREIGHT TRAIN THAT'S HEADED NOWHERE,

NOT A THOUGHT, NOT A CARE.

DO UNTO OTHERS AS THEY'VE DONE TO YOU.

JUST MAKE SURE THAT YOU DO IT FIRST.

THEN MAKE THE BLOOD FLOW,

NOW, BABY, YOU KNOW

THAT YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME,

NEED SYCHOTHERAPY.

NOW THAT THE BLOOD FLOWS

SOMEWHERE DOWN THAT ROAD

YOU KNOW YOU'RE GONNA NEED

SY-CHO-THER-APY.

SYCHO...SYCHOTHERAPY.