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If you knew the feeling
That's deep down inside
I'm up on the ceiling, yeah
Psych-out 129
There's no use pretending
I'm living in fear
Each day it's extending
The end's getting near
And now I'm crying
I'm all alone
I count the moments inside my home
Ow!
[Guitar solo]
Ow!
All my girlfriends reject me
At least for today
But now they respect me
They think that's the way
The message is simple
The story is clear
My life's getting shorter
The end's getting near
Why was I born?
Why?
Why?
Psych-Out 129 was written by “Metal” Mike Saunders & Todd Homer.
Psych-Out 129 was produced by Bill Inglot.