Therapy, etc.,

You can't stop what inside of us, our skin's impenetrable, I hope you hear this, Our hands have been worn rough, climbing walls you've built up to stop us. You speak so condescendingly, but you're the ones that filled their lives with things To shelter you from the outside, To protect you from your own mind This is my therapy. Can't you hear these demons escaping me? This is our therapy. Can't you hear these demons escaping me?