I did my time, and I want out!
So abusive fade!
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Back at subversion.
Pseudo-sacred with psycho virgin.
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.
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 !
But we're the temple fell, the secret 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, inspid,
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! and defenseless lie, (Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you first! (Psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies 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 (Refrain x2)
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
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