Psyche Lyrics

Pssyche! Hah! Pssyche!You're alone in the packYou're feeling like you want to go homeYou're feeling unfinished but you keep on goingThe reason is thereYou won't find it 'til you're thin and goneBecause your living a hoaxSomeone's got you suss(?)Pssyche! Hah!Tell your brain, sing the inspirationYour pale illusionAnd then you follow to transferDrug for machine to play with your headSo you can stand abck and watchTake part and burnPssyche! Hah!If you don't know the game then you're still part of itBecause out on the streets it's strangeTo showKnowing full well that you're on the rangeDodge the bullets or carry the gun, the choice is yoursHah! Pssyche! hah!Look at the controllerThe nazi with a social degreeA middle-class heroRapist with your eyes on meYou pay some masturbationA priest cheers (preach yes?) for the nuns you fuckYou'd wipe out spastics if you had the chanceBut Jesus wouldn't like it, no