Psychosocial

Ooh yeah
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 with 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
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial
Psychosocial
Psychosocial
Psychosocial
Psychosocial
Psychosocial
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 killed 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
We 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 but
Psychosocial
Your purple hearts are giving out
Psychosocial
Can't stop a 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
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
We 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