Brother Suicide - Psyche

You come on fast with your target practice

You’ll shoot them dead with a flash of your eyes

You’re a christian boy

Who beat the devil

I know you’re not walking on that line

You’ll bite the hand before it feeds you

You’ll spit it out rather that you’d crawl

Danger is just a plaything

Like dynamite in the afternoon

You’re Brother Suicide

Undress on camera

Now hit the spotlight

You’re like the cat who’s won the prize

A spooky child with a taste for adventure

Everyone wants to get inside

Undress on the camera

Spit it out rather that you’d crawl