Psychosocial

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-sacrosanet 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.

There are cracks on the road we lay
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, inspid
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've tried to tell you, but (Psychosocial)
Your purple hearts 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
We Throw ourselves against the wall
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me (X2).

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