Pssyche - Live

Oh-oh
 Oh
 You're alone in the pack
 You're feeling like you wanna go home
 You're feeling life finished, but you keep on going
 The reason is there
 But you won't find it 'til you've been and gone because you're living a hoax
 Someone's got you sussed (whoa)
 Ouch
 Heh-heh, hey
 Dull your brain, or seek inspiration
 You feel illusion, and then you find a transfer
 Transform a machine, to play with your head
 So you can stand back and watch, or take part and learn
 Oh, oh
 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 non-entity with a social degree
 A middle-class hero
 A rapist with your eyes on me
 You piece of masturbation, piece shit to the nuns you fuck
 You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance, but Jesus wouldn't like it
 No
 No, never forget
 Thank you
 Good day