Pssyche - Econoline Crush

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 nazi 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 now! 
You lied to me 
You're fucked! 
Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche!