If I could speak to my psychologist

If I could speak to a psychologist
I would come out of my tempest
Flying down from the sky, I
Sitting on the couch would die

If I could speak to a psychologist
Leaving the battle with the witch
Crawling through the lava cave, I
Sitting on the couch would die

If I could speak to a psychologist
From the tombstones in the mist
With the glowing balls of sea, I
Sitting on the couch would die

If I could speak to a psychologist
I’d terminate the tragic quest
with the moonlight in my eye, I
Sitting on the couch would die

Being lost, failing to exist
Like a snake in chains, I try
Out of deserts hot and dry
Sitting on the couch to die

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