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Therapy?
Therapy?


Информация
Откуда Northern Ireland
Жанры Alternative Metal
Alternative Rock
Годы 1989—н.в.
Лейблы A&M Records
Spitfire Records
Wiiija
Ark 21 Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Andy Cairns
Michael McKeegan
Neil Cooper
Бывшие участники
Fyfe Ewing
Martin McCarrick
Graham Hopkins



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Альбом Therapy?


Nurse (1992)
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Here I am, motherfucker

Here I am, as I am
As you made me think I am

I don't hear you
I don't need you
I don't want you
I

Don't wanna feel any more (Don't hear you)
Don't wanna feel any more (Don't need you)
Don't wanna feel any more (Don't want you)
Don't wanna feel any more (Don't feel you)

This is this, this is it
Not my kisses, just my fist

I don't hear you
I don't need you
I don't want you
I

Don't wanna feel any more (Don't hear you)
Don't wanna feel any more (Don't need you)
Don't wanna feel any more (Don't want you)
Don't wanna feel any more (Don't feel you)

Don't wanna feel any more (The sickness is inside you)
Don't wanna feel any more (The sickness is inside you)
Don't wanna feel any more (The sickness is inside you)
Don't wanna feel any more (The sickness is inside you)
Don't wanna feel any more (The sickness is inside you)
Don't wanna feel any more (The sickness is inside you)
Don't wanna feel any more (The sickness is inside you)
Don't wanna feel any more (The sickness is inside you)

. . .


This feels good, nothing can stop me
Every nerve pumping hard through me
Every thought rushes at full speed
This false smile grates through babyteeth

(I'm a teethgrinder) Teethgrinder (In my sleep I grind my teeth)
(I'm a teethgrinder) Teethgrinder (In my sleep I grind my teeth)

Think to win and I'm up on it
I can't lose, I've got nothing to
Try me now, I'll try anything
This is me, this is what I feel

(I'm a teethgrinder) Teethgrinder (In my sleep I grind my teeth)
(I'm a teethgrinder) Teethgrinder (In my sleep I grind my teeth)

(Losing his mind and he feels it going)
(Losing his mind)
(Losing his mind and he feels it going)
(Losing his mind)
(Losing his mind)

(I'm a teethgrinder) Teethgrinder (In my sleep I grind my teeth)
(I'm a teethgrinder) Teethgrinder (In my sleep I grind my teeth)

(I'm a teethgrinder, in my sleep I grind my teeth)

. . .


Fuck Columbus, he was lost, Mickey Mouse needs speed
Uncle Sam spoon fed on crack, ET loves LSD
Diet-Coke head Barbie dreams of sex and God in jeans
With friendly-fire Arnie pumps PR for the media war machine

Forget Columbus, lost your culture
Forget Columbus, lost your culture

Every dollar, family moral, in Cosby we trust
Sesame Street, kids with toys bought from Guns 'R' Us
Have a nice day in hell today, white hot concrete screams
Reality is living your life to fulfil your dreams

Forget Columbus, lost your culture
Forget Columbus, lost your culture

Forget Columbus, lost your culture
Forget Columbus, lost your culture

Forget Columbus (ET loves LSD), lost your culture (ET loves LSD)
Forget Columbus (ET loves LSD), lost your culture (ET loves LSD)
Forget Columbus (ET loves LSD), lost your culture (ET loves LSD)
Forget Columbus (ET loves LSD), lost your culture (ET loves LSD)

. . .


You son of a bitch, you've got no friends
You've got no steady job, you've got no girlfriend
You say I'm cheap, you're just like me
The answer to the question, put to you by me

I'm the driver
I'm in control

I've got no motivation, I don't need friends
All my destination leads to my own end
I only answer to my own mind
This speed is what I need to help me kill some time

I'm the driver
I'm in control

Need to drive, I feel good
Need to drive, I'm alive
(Accelerate) Need to drive, (Accelerate) so alive
(Accelerate) Need to drive, (Accelerate) feel alive

I'm the driver
I've lost control

. . .


When you go you take part of me with you
Leave me shaking, no longer whole
This is something that I can't wait for
This is something that I can't have

I'm just dreaming of your breathing
I'm fucked, I'm fucked
I'm just dreaming of your breathing
I'm fucked, I'm fucked

My body is shaking like cables
Everything is turning grey
I'm wasted and washed out and worried
I can hear you breathing

I'm just dreaming of your breathing
I'm fucked, I'm fucked
I'm just dreaming of your breathing
I'm fucked, I'm fucked

I hate it when she makes me feel (She tears strips off me)
I hate it when she makes me feel (She tears strips off me)
I hate it when she makes me feel (She tears strips off me)
I hate it when she makes me feel

Crippled, lost and vulnerable every time I think of you
Crippled, lost and vulnerable every time I think of you

I'm fucked, I'm fucked
I'm fucked, I'm fucked
I'm fucked, I'm fucked
I'm fucked, I'm fucked
I'm fucked, I'm fucked
I'm fucked, I'm fucked

. . .


Last night, I couldn't get to sleep
Because my head's split open, it's down on the ground
Nail my thoughts into the floor
Can't hear you speak, can't hear you now
Everytime I think of you, it makes me feel so dead inside
Love you and I hate you in the same breath
Love you and I hate you in the same breath

Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind

I can't sleep yet again
There's something going on tearing into my head
I've been down this way, I've felt this way before
I can feel it twisting inside
I fight it, I hate it, I feel it, don't want it

Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind

I hate you

Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind
Rewind my mind (Rewind my mind)
Rewind my mind (Rewind my mind)

(It was three o'clock in the morning, I couldn't sleep)
(All of the same thoughts kept racing through my mind over and over and over again)
(I just wanted them to stop)
(Period)
(And I thought, well, if I kill myself, I'll stop thinking)

. . .


I know about the scars on your arms
I know your baby wasn't born
I know that your mum hates your dad
I know that it fucked up your head

Hang on, it's gone
Hang on, it's gone
Hang on, it's gone
Hang on, it's gone

The violence buried away
The violence buried away
The violence buried away
The violence buried away

You know you can share anything
You know I'm listening
You know I'll kiss away the tears
You know I understand your fears

Hang on, it's gone
Hang on, it's gone
Hang on, it's gone
Hang on, it's gone

The violence buried away
The violence buried away
The violence buried away
The violence buried away

The violence buried away
The violence buried away
The violence buried away
The violence buried away

. . .


Want to shoot up on control
won't love you until it hurts
I don't hate you... I just want you
sometimes it feels the same

Be who I want you to be
Your flesh sucking on my skin
I don't hate you, I just want you
sometimes it feels the same

I want to scar you, I want to nail you
I want to twist you, I want to scare you
I want to own you, I want to use you
I want to break you...It Hurts To Love You!

I don't hate you, I just want you
Sometimes it feels the same

. . .


Time-toffee molten on the mantle
Freeze frame sound hangs in the air
My thoughts ebbing in slow motion
In limbo more than anywhere

Just a sleepy head

Breast-fed on the thought of leaving
Dead-head drowning in a dream
Switched off swimming to surrender
I'm home, comatose and lost

Just a sleepy head
Dying in your bed

Time toffee melted on the mantle
Freeze frame sound falls from the air
My thoughts drift in slow motion
In limbo now and I don't care

Just a sleepy head

. . .


When did this feeling start? (What are you thinking?)
Are you serious? (How long have you had these thoughts?)
Who are you now? (Do you feel lonely?)
Do you fantasize? (Do you have dreams?)

Are you real?
Are you real?
Are you real?
Are you real?

What are you talking about? (Do you really care?)
Who do you think you are? (What turns you on?)
Who cares? (What's so funny?)
How do you know you exist? (What kind of answer is that?)

Are you real?
Are you real?
Are you real?
Are you real?

Are you real? (Is this real?)
Are you real? (Is this real?)
Are you real? (Is this real?)
Are you real? (Is this real?)
Are you real? (Is this real?)
Are you real? (Is this real?)
Are you real? (Is this real?)
Are you real? (Is this real?)

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