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 !#@$ with a social degree

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


Increase your masturbation, three cheers for the !#@$


You $#&@, you'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance

But Jesus wouldn't like it, no