Psychosocial - Slipknot
I did my time, and I want out
So effusive, fade
It doesn't cut, this 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
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 laid,
but where the temple fell,
The secrets 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, 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
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
Fake Anti-Fascist lie (psychosocial)
I tried to tell you, but (psychosocial) your purple lies 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
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!