You empty out your stomach,
so everyone can see
that you are as black as the basement,
and just as wicked as me.
But my God, what a mess I've made,
My God, what a mess I made.
Staring away, I was now starving,
Oh but I will try, try and fake it.
You changed back into your clothes, while I was sleeping.
My body is sick, yeah, it never stops bleeding
I'm sure I know what you're going through-
Yeah, I call it therapy. (The world is yours, so take it.)
Therapy (I lost my mouth, can you speak for me?)
Staring away, I was now starving,
Oh but I will try, try and fake it.
It's all in a way your words will come out now,
'Cause I can't seem to doubt you.
Therapy (The world is yours, so take it.)
Therapy (I lost my mouth, can you speak for me?)