Pssyche Lyrics - Singles - Econoline Crush

You're alone in the pack, you're feeling like you wanna go home 

You're feeling life's finished but you keep on going, the reason is there 

You 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 inspiration 

You feel illusion and then you finally say transfer 

Transform a machine to play with your head 

So you can stand back and watch or take part and learn 

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 Nazi with a social degree 

A middle-class hero, a rapist with your eyes on me 

Increase your masturbation, three cheers for the Nazi 

You fuck, you'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance 

But Jesus wouldn't like it, no