Satanic Panic
You can't eat thins, John.
You're a puppet
And nothing is going to change that
(And nothing's gonna change that)
It's called cognitive release, John.
The memory overrides the other
Senses and in effect, starts calling the shots
What Doctor Bowers is saying is,
If you want to get better,
You got to let it go.
You can't eat thins, John.
You're a puppet
And nothing is going to change that
John
John!
You're a puppet
And nothing is going to change that
(And nothing's gonna change that)
It's called cognitive release, John.
The memory overrides the other
Senses and in effect, starts calling the shots
What Doctor Bowers is saying is,
If you want to get better,
You got to let it go.
You can't eat thins, John.
You're a puppet
And nothing is going to change that
John
John!
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