Psyche - Psychic Vamipre

(Wink of An Eye)

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...