Psychic Vampire Lyrics

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 knife blade 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!