Psychosocial

I did my time and I want out, so affusive 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 you 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 reign 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 would 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 inspid I think we're done, I'm not the only one And the reign 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 I tried to tell you but Your purple hearts are giving out Can't stop a killing idea If it's hunting season Is this what you want? I'm not the only one And the rain will kill us all If 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 If 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!