Lyrics:

Him: Today the walls are closing in
Shrink: What do you mean by thato
Him: I feel distressed, obsessed, unable to ingest anymore
Shrink: So what are you going to doo
Shrink: So what are you going to doo
Retreat, retreat, retreat, recharge, realign, restrain, refrain, reassess, undress, refute
Reboot, reduce to truth, with savoir faire I must repair... my heart, my soul and do my share
Of staring in the face of fear, not simply soldiering on

Shrink: You answer me in rhymes and prose, your chosen genre I suppose, I guess that's
Where the money grows
Shrink: So what are you going to doo
Shrink: So what are you going to doo

Him: Words are my sword and my shield and my horse to escape on, my force and my
Zeal and dependable weapon. The course of the river on the way to the sea, is not the
Direction much chosen by me

Shrink: You said you'd recoiled from the arms of caprice, but you give me no proof of your
Real time release

Him: So many voices and so many needs and so many pressures in mad times like these
In times like these… I don’t think so, I don’t think so