Success – THE PSYCHOANALYST lyrics

My illness is like a bug
A bug in my brain, walking on the nerve
searching for the default
the gate, the door

Can you hear my silent cry?
It's in my brain, makes me insane
Insane in the brain, insane in the brain
Insane in the brain, insane in the brain

Most of the time light burns my eyes
Most of the time sound breaks my ears
What should I do? Who should I call?
I need to meet a psychoanalyst

Wait & see what my dreams are made for
Wait & see what my dreams are made for
Wait & see what my dreams are made for
I got to, I got to, I got to wait & see

Wait & see
Wait & see
Wait & see
Wait & see

Please give me fifty bocks
And I'll give you the paradise
The pleasure back in your eyes
For your depression, I'm the solution

I'm going to tell you what to do
I'm going to tell you what to think
You shouldn't ask any question
You shouldn't take any decision


You got to fuck off anybody
anybody, except me

Let me see what your dreams are made for
Let me see what your dreams are made for
Let me see what your dreams are made for
You got to, you got to, you got to let me see






Let me see
Let me see
Let me see
Let me see

The psychoanalyst
The psychoanalyst
The psychoanalyst
The psychoanalyst


My sickness is like a painting
A Pollock's painting moving in my head
It hurts me. It burns me
What should I do?

I’ve got to reject my family
I’ve got to burn my effigy
The time has come to fuck off
The time has come to fuck off the psychoanalyst

The psychoanalyst
The psychoanalyst
The psychoanalyst
The psychoanalyst

Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free