Psʏᴄʜᴏ Psʏᴄʜᴇ - Radio Edit
All I'll say is this game has got me Twisted,
I'm at war where I never once Enlisted
I exist as a cog within a system
I'm a robot plagued by inhibitions...
(All I'll say, is this game)
Will get you messed up if you let it but you won't
Talk to myself
But i never listen
I'm a puzzle
With some pieces missin'
Sanity's at the top of my wish -list
Under tin-foil hats and some lipstick
Down with this miserable, cynical Sadness
Down with this town
And whichever folk found it
Down with this miserable, cynical Sadness
Down with this town
And whichever folk found it
Down with this miserable, cynical Sadness
Down with this town
And whichever folk found it
Down with this miserable, cynical Sadness
Down with this town
And whichever folk found it
How I tried to run
Still the sirens sung
How i never could
Ever really run
From the things she's done
With her serpent-tongue
But baby don't you know
That lately I've been searchin' for my Soul
Got the devil in my head
And he meddles with my motives
Don't you know that you're exactly
Why I've got my fast-feet
Glued to the floor (to the floor, to The floor, to the floor)
This ones for the kids about to kick Off
Cynical kids with the vision and the Visceral
This ones for the children of a System
Made to make me feel sick
For being different
I'm a cassette tape
Wires spinnin' out
And I'm skippin'
Up the beat
Lettin' everybody down
Cos' they're lookin' at me
I'm at war where I never once Enlisted
I exist as a cog within a system
I'm a robot plagued by inhibitions...
(All I'll say, is this game)
Will get you messed up if you let it but you won't
Talk to myself
But i never listen
I'm a puzzle
With some pieces missin'
Sanity's at the top of my wish -list
Under tin-foil hats and some lipstick
Down with this miserable, cynical Sadness
Down with this town
And whichever folk found it
Down with this miserable, cynical Sadness
Down with this town
And whichever folk found it
Down with this miserable, cynical Sadness
Down with this town
And whichever folk found it
Down with this miserable, cynical Sadness
Down with this town
And whichever folk found it
How I tried to run
Still the sirens sung
How i never could
Ever really run
From the things she's done
With her serpent-tongue
But baby don't you know
That lately I've been searchin' for my Soul
Got the devil in my head
And he meddles with my motives
Don't you know that you're exactly
Why I've got my fast-feet
Glued to the floor (to the floor, to The floor, to the floor)
This ones for the kids about to kick Off
Cynical kids with the vision and the Visceral
This ones for the children of a System
Made to make me feel sick
For being different
I'm a cassette tape
Wires spinnin' out
And I'm skippin'
Up the beat
Lettin' everybody down
Cos' they're lookin' at me
Credits
Writer(s): Darragh Sewell
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