SlipKnoT-Psychosocial

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I did my time, and I want out 

So effusive

Fade

It doesn't cut, 

The soul is not so vibrant

The reckoning, the sickening

Packaging subversion

Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion 

Go drill your deserts, 

Go dig your graves

Then fill  your mouth

Whit all the money you will save

Sinking in, getting smaller again

I'm done, it has begun 

I'm not the only one

And the rain will kill us all, 

Throw ourselves against the wall 

But no one else can see, 

The preservation of the martyr in me

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial

Oh, there are cracks, in the road we laid

But where the temple fell, 

The secrets have gone mad!

This is nothing new, 

But when we kill it all, 

The hate was all we had!

Who needs another mess? 

We could start over!

Just look me in the eyes

And say I'm wrong 

Now there's only emptiness..

Venomous, insipid! 

I think we're done

I'm not the only one!

And the rain will kill us all, 

Throw ourselves against the wall

But no one else can see, 

The preservation of the martyr in me.

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD! 

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!

Fake Anti-Fascist Lie, 

-Psychosocial-

I tried to tell you, 

-Psychosocial-

But your purple hearts are giving out, 

-Psychosocial-

Can't stop the killing idea, 

-Psychosocial-

If it's hunting season, 

-Psychosocial-

Is this what you want?,

-Psychosocial-

I'm not the only one!

And the rain will kill us all,

Throw ourselves against the wall

But no one else can see, 

The preservation of the martyr in me.

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD! 

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!