Killing Joke - Pssyche Lyrics
You're alone in the packYou're feeling like you wanna go homeYou're feeling life finished,but you keep on goingThe reason is thereYou won't find it till you've been and gone because you're living a hoax!Someones got you sussed!Dull your brain, or seek inspirationYou feel illusion,and then you finally say transferTransorm a machine, to play with your headSo you can stand back and watch,or take part and learnIf you don't know the game,then you're still part of itBecause out on the streets it's strangeTo see the showKnowing full well that you're on the rangeDodge the bullets! or carry the gun,the choice is yoursLook at the controllerA non-entity with a social degreeA middle-class heroA rapist with your eyes on meA preist of masturbation,a preist yeh to the nuns you *****You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance,but Jesus wouldn't like itNo