The Belonging Kind - Psyche

Your desperation

No hesitation

A shallow nation never satisfied

Anticipation

Cheap imitation

Lost generation

And there’s nowhere to hide

No matter what you say or do

You know there’s no escape this time

The price is paid

The stakes are high

But I can’t give you anymore

And now you’ve gone and fooled yourself

There’s nothing better that you will find

And all the time it makes you blind

But I don’t care I’m not the belonging kind

This devastation

No expectation

Over saturation

Playing with your mind

Imagination

Inter-relation

Lost motivation

Someone’s dying inside

Push it, shove it

Take a close up

Make you blind