Psyche
Текст песни Psychic Vampire

Walk on hot coals
Until you fall on your back
Eyes ablaze
Put me in the shade
Your emotional overkill
Makes everyone a slave
Bodies burn in ice

A knifeblade to your neck
A wasteland of guilt
But who can convince you
You've started talking to yourself
And you live off everyone else
With a temperamental strategy
A mind with no ambition
You make others feel the need
To live with hedonism

Living in a cage
Holding out your hands
Screaming at a wall
And no one understands
As the echo eats away
At your pride and dignity
And no-one really cares

You've got the nerve
To offer sex as consolation
For all the things that you've taken
You're a psychic vampire!

Using others' guilt as your control
When you feel the grip is sliding
You'll crush the ego
Leaving empty souls in limbo
Crying for your help
Voracious laughter
The devil's vice...