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
I'm done It has begun I'm not the only one
And the reign 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
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 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 reign 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 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 reign will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the reign will kill us all
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