Pssyche (Live)

Oh-oh
Oh

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
But you won't find it 'til you've been and gone because you're living a hoax
Someone's got you sussed (whoa)
Ouch
Heh-heh, hey

Dull your brain, or seek inspiration
You feel illusion, and then you find a transfer
Transform a machine, to play with your head
So you can stand back and watch, or take part and learn

Oh, oh
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
You piece of masturbation, piece shit to the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance, but Jesus wouldn't like it
No
No, never forget
Thank you

Good day