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Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche!You're all alone in the packYou feel like you want to go homeYou feel fist, but you keep on goingThe reason is thereYou won't find it 'till you been and goneBecause you're living in your hopesSomeone's got youPssyche! Ha! Pssyche!Tell your brain: "seek inspiration"You appear illusionThen you fall into transferTransform machineTo play with your handsSo you can stand back and watchTake past and burnPssyche! Ha! Pssyche!If you don't know the gameThen your still part of itBecause out on the street its strange to showKnowing full well that you're on the rangeDodge the bullets, or carry the gunThe choice is yoursPssyche! Ha! Pssyche!SongtexteLook 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 now! Aus Songtexte Mania