歌词
Some seek solace in a therapist's chair, most naïve and without fear
Spilling secrets without a care, into files where they adhere
Words meant for healing, caught in a web they can't escape
In a pact of silence now broken, as confidences reshape
Why must truth, when shared, become a risk
Truth sought out for solace, turned out dark and brisk
Forced to bare the soul to authority's eye
In a quest for help, trust begins to die
And when confessions lead to repercussions unforeseen
Personal freedom trapped, costs are veiled and keen
And In a therapist's chair, should lies be the fare
To guard one's own life from legal snare
And it's a debate, in a state, of democracy's fate
Where personal secrets can recalibrate
Life's course, under force, of the law's weight
Now is this justice, or are we just subordinate
And broken trust, in a system we're told to believe
Leaves the troubled silent, too afraid to grieve
Is this the way, in a country so fair
To treat the whispers of those, those in despair