From the recording The Song of Creation
Lyrics
Therapy
The Ancients paved the road we're on and the ruts you've made lead to the pantheon
Our books foresaw the human state, then you scoff, as if to illustrate.
Looking to the future through the eyes of the past.
You'd think that we'd be smarter, I guess this wasn't meant to last.
I may be young, and might lose my way, but I know it’s going to be okay.
Before you show me to the door, can you tell me what you're looking for?
Years of silent searching, still you haven't got a clue.
Feel like you're pretending but there's nothing better to do.
I hear you calling out, screaming out, “It’s not okay!”
All you’ve been living for, see it all slipping away.
You’re holding tight to a thought, but it’s so hard to know.
Where will you land when you decide to let go?
What they're telling me... all I really need... therapy.
No one knows the price you paid, all your friends believe you've got it made
You live the life you tolerate, so you sit around and self medicate.
Cozy in the tower of your high morality.
Gazing out the window, see the harsh reality.
I hear you calling out, screaming out, “It’s not okay!”
All you’ve been living for, see it all slipping away.
You’re holding tight to a thought, but it’s so hard to know.
Where will you land when you decide to let go?
What they're telling me... all I really need... therapy.
I hear you calling out, screaming out, “It’s not okay!”
All you’ve been living for, see it all slipping away.
You’re holding tight to a thought, but it’s so hard to know.
Where will you land when you decide to let go?
What they're telling me... all I really need...