Psychosocial

4. july 2012 at 12:40 | no one |  Slipknot


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 desserts,
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

Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay
From 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 insepid
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,
I tried to tell you, but
Your purple hearts are given out

Can't stop the 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,
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!
 

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