Pssyche lyrics
You're alone in the pack
You're feeling like you wanna go home You're feeling life finished,but you keep on going The reason is there You won't find it till you've been and gone because you're living a hoax! Someones got you sussed! Dull your brain, or seek inspiration You feel illusion,and then you finally say transfer Transorm a machine, to play with your head So you can stand back and watch,or take part and learn If you don't know the game,then you're still part of it Because out on the streets it's strange To see the show Knowing full well that you're on the range Dodge the bullets! or carry the gun,the choice is yours Look at the controller A non-entity with a social degree A middle-class hero A rapist with your eyes on me A preist of masturbation,a preist yeh to the nuns you fuck You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance,but Jesus wouldn't like it No
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