Pssyche - 2005 Digital Remaster

You're alone in the pack
You're feeling like you wanna go home
You're feeling life's finished, but you keep on going
The reason is there
You won't find it 'til you've been and gone because you're living a hoax!
Someone's got you sussed!

Dull your brain, or seek inspiration
You feel illusion, and then you finally say transfer
Transform 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 Nazi with a social degree
A middle-class hero
Rapist with your eyes on me
A priest of masturbation, a priest, yeah, to the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance, but Jesus wouldn't like it

No
No
No! (No)
No, no



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Walker, Jeremy Coleman, Paul Ferguson, Martin Glover
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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