Ooh, yeahI 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 perversionGo 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 oneAnd 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, psychosocialThere 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 hadWho 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 oneAnd 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, psychosocialThe limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the deadFake anti-fascist lie (psychosocial)
I tried to tell you but (psychosocial)
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 oneAnd the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in meAnd the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in meThe limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
Composição: Shawn Crahan / Sid Wilson / Paul Gray / Mick Thomson / Joey Jordison / Jim Root / Craig Jones / Corey Taylor / Chris Fehn.
