Slipknot "Psychosocial" lyrics

Psychosocial

I did my time and I want out, so effusiveFate, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrantThe reckoning, the sickeningPackaging, subversion, pseudo-sacro sanct perversion,

Go drill you deserts, go dig you gravesThen fill your mouth with all the money you will saveSinking in, getting smaller againI'm done, it has begun, I'm not the only one

And the rain will kill us allIf we throw ourselves against the wallBut no one else can seeThe preservation of the martyr in me

Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocialPsychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial

Oh, there are cracks in the road we layBut where the temples fell, the secrets have gone madThis is nothing new but when we kill it allThe hate was all we had

Who needs another mess, we could start overJust look me in the eyes and say I'm wrongNow there's only emptiness venomous, insipidI think we're done, I'm not the only one

And the rain will kill us allIf we throw ourselves against the wallBut no one else can seeThe preservation of the martyr in me

Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocialPsychosocial, 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(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 allIf we throw ourselves against the wallBut no one else can seeThe preservation of the martyr in me

And the rain will kill us allIf we throw ourselves against the wallBut no one else can seeThe preservation of the martyr in me

The limits of the dead!The limits of the dead!