You’re alone in the pack
You’re feeling like you cannot go on
You’re feel like finished, but you keep on going
The reason is clear,
But you don’t find it ’til its been & gone
Because you’re living a hoax
Someone’s got you sussed.
Dull your brain, or seek inspiration
You feel illusion, but then you
Follow a transfer.
Drugs for the machine
To play with your head
So you can stand back and watch
Or take part and move.
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
A beast for masturbation
A priest, yeah to the nuns you fuck,
You’d wipe out spastics if you had the chance
But Jesus wouldn’t like it,