Therapy by The Dark Horde Lyrics
I was trapped alone in a world of nightmares
Under constant assault from a force no one could see or believe
With time, the cancerous visions grew only stronger
And my parents grew evermore frantic in their attempts to find a cure
After many doctors and counsellors, my parents finally found one they liked:
A psychiatrist named Bernard Russell
I was not yet ten when he gave his damning assessment
“Henry is suffering from temporary psychosis of a type that is treatable and not uncommon in boys his age. Nightmares and the fear of the dark occur in most children and have been known to be so intense that they result in delusions and even hallucinations
“They are merely the product of the hormonal imbalance of puberty, of an over-active imagination… But he will be cured and in the years to come he’ll look back on these days with humour and think how silly he’d been!
“Fear not. This psychosis will come to pass.”
I was to receive therapy and medication
And for a few, mostly happy years, the treatment seemed successful
But always below the surface, dark forces gathered
Revealing themselves in occasional “fits of madness”
My doctor was intrigued and sought to uncover what was best left alone
He put me under hypnosis, forever altering my life
I was only thirteen
Under constant assault from a force no one could see or believe
With time, the cancerous visions grew only stronger
And my parents grew evermore frantic in their attempts to find a cure
After many doctors and counsellors, my parents finally found one they liked:
A psychiatrist named Bernard Russell
I was not yet ten when he gave his damning assessment
“Henry is suffering from temporary psychosis of a type that is treatable and not uncommon in boys his age. Nightmares and the fear of the dark occur in most children and have been known to be so intense that they result in delusions and even hallucinations
“They are merely the product of the hormonal imbalance of puberty, of an over-active imagination… But he will be cured and in the years to come he’ll look back on these days with humour and think how silly he’d been!
“Fear not. This psychosis will come to pass.”
I was to receive therapy and medication
And for a few, mostly happy years, the treatment seemed successful
But always below the surface, dark forces gathered
Revealing themselves in occasional “fits of madness”
My doctor was intrigued and sought to uncover what was best left alone
He put me under hypnosis, forever altering my life
I was only thirteen