Wardance / Pssyche

The atmosphere's strange Out on the town Music for pleasure It's not music no more Music to dance to Music to move This is music to march to Do a war dance A war dance! A war dance! A war dance! A war dance! Look at graffiti Scrawled on the wall You know the reason Outside the door You got something Nasty in your mind Trying to get out Do a war dance A war dance! A war dance! A war dance! A war dance! You've opened the pit Honesty is sick You try to be honest Look what you get The food runs short And then the money talks One way out Your premonition is correct A war dance! A war dance! A war dance! A war dance! A war dance! A war dance! A war dance! A war dance!

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 23, 2026

You're alone in the pack, you're feeling like you want to go home You're feeling life's finished but you keep on going The reason is there but you won't find it till you've been and gone Because you're living a hoax: someone's got you sussed Dull your brain or seek inspiration You peel illusion and then you find it's a transfer Drugs for the 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 Nazi with a social degree A middle-class hero, a rapist with your eyes on me You feast on masturbation, a priest cheers to the nuns you fuck You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance but Jesus wouldn't like it

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 23, 2026