Pssyche - Malicious Single

Ah!
 Ohhh!
 Ohhh!
 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, no
 Ah!
 Draw your brain, a sick inspiration
 Your pill illusion
 And then you? follow a transfer?
 Drugstore machine to play with your head
 So you can stand back and watch
 Take part and learn
 Yeah... yeah!
 Yeah... yeah!
 Ah!
 Yeah!
 If you don't know the game then you're still part of it
 Because out on the streets it's strange
 The? scene's a show?
 Knowing full well that you're on the range
 Dodge the bullet or carry the gun, the choice is yours
 Yeah!
 Yeah!
 Look at the controller
 And now I see 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 wouldn't like it, no
 Ah!
 Ah!