Pssyche

You're alone in the pack You're feeling like you want to go home You're feeling unfinished but you keep on going The reason is there You'll be falling 'til your feet are gone Because your living a hoax Sell us what you suss Draw your brain, a sick inspiration Your pill illusion And then you follow a transfer If you don't know the game Then you're still part of it Because out on the streets It's strange Dodge the bullet or carry the gun The choice is yours Yeah! Yeah! Look at the controller A nazi with a social degree A middle-class hero Rapist with your eyes on me You pay some masturbation A priest cheers for the nuns you fuck You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance But Jesus, Jesus Jesus wouldn't like it, no Jesus wouldn't like it, no