Psycholab

Motorpsycho

Compositor: Hans Magnus Ryan

And while noone craves redemption any longer
Old school impulse control has fallen out of style
And now the stage is free for every chaosmonger
Whose ol’ silver tongue is only spewing bile

The game’s unplayable, the players are hungover
The rules discredited, the gameboard is a mess
So while there is no shame, no red line to cross over
The truth has clearly never ever mattered less

But let us party on and dance untill the morning
They’ll never catch us if we just can stay ahead
So let the fiddler play his tune and let us dance
Untill we’re dead

And now the wheel is spinning faster every hour
And the ditch, so wide, impossible to evade
I have no voice, no stage, no audience to talk to
I am tired and I'm hungry and afraid

So let us party on and dance untill the morning
They’ll never catch us if we just can stay ahead
So let the fiddler play his tune and let us dance