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Texty: Briggs (The). Numbers. Head Shrink, Dead Shrink.


look inside my head
tell me what you see
the trush is you see nothing
cause you dont know me
intelligent facade
i know you're just a fraud
you hunt down and feed on peoples insecurities

how many minds do you think you can control
you take diamonds and turn them to coal
head shrink, dead shrink

get your hands off of my mind (woah)

you think you set us free
making us deaf, dumb, and blind
your definition of freedoms much
different than mine
afraid of what we'll see
if you dont steal our soul
afraid of what we can we can do if we're
not under your control

you tell me not to say a word
i have a voice and it will be heard
head shrink, dead shrink

get your hands off of my mind (woah)

look inside my head
tell me what you see
the trush is you see nothing
cause you dont know me
afraid of what we'll see
if you dont steal our soul
afraid of what we can we can do if we're
not under your control

you tell me not to say a word
i have a voice and it will be heard
head shrink, dead shrink

get your hands off of my mind (woah)