Psychosocial

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

Undone, 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 lay

From where the devil 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

Fake and 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