Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche! You're all alone in the pack You feel like you want to go home You feel fist, but you keep on going The reason is there You won't find it 'till you been and gone Because you're living in your hopes Someone's got you... Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche! Tell your brain: "seek inspiration" You appear illusion Then you fall into transfer Transform machine To play with your hands So you can stand back and watch Take past and burn Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche! If you don't know the game Then your still part of it Because out on the street its strange to show Knowing full well that you're on the range Dodge the bullets, or carry the gun... The choice is yours Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche! Look at the controller, A natzi with a social degree, A middle class hero with your eyes on me, You feast on masturbation, Preach yes to the nuns you fuck, You would wipe out semantics if you had a chance, Jesus would like it noooww!
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