Nouvelle Vague - Psyche lyrics

(Killing Joke)

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 you're living a hoax
Sell us what you suss

Draw your brain, a sick inspiration
Your pill illusion
And then you follow a transfer
If you don't know the game
Then you're still part of it
Because out on the streets it's strange

Dodge the bullet or carry the gun
The choice is yours

Yeah! yeah!

Look at the controller
A Nazi 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, Jesus
Jesus wouldn't like it, no
Jesus wouldn't like it, no