Therapy (with Mike Krol) Songtext
von Death by Unga Bunga

I′m strong, I'm stable
Inside my perfect little brain
There′s nothing I can't handle
I'll never fall down off this train
I′m zen, I′m mindful
Wim Hof would pat me on the back
Wellness, hypnosis
Touch ground with a power nap

Surrender seems elusive, but you say I'm going blind
So maybe this is the right way to the peace I need to find?


Is this some kind of therapy?
′Cause I don't mind
But I really don′t think it's for me
Now I′m picking up shards of glass
From the mirror I used to have
'Cause I gotta see myself clearly
If I wanna keep you near me
Yeah

Mental health, I got it
The image of a sane epiphany
Social skills, perfect diction
Everything peels right off me

When the headlights flicker, then I'll know that I′ll be fine
Got a t-shirt and sticker saying I′m certified

Is this some kind of therapy?
'Cause I don′t mind
But I really don't think it′s for me
Now I'm picking up shards of glass
From the mirror I used to have
′Cause I gotta see myself clearly
If I wanna keep you near me
Yeah
If I wanna keep you near me