Psychosocial
oleh: Slipknot



I did my time and I want out, so abusiveFate, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrantThe reckoning, the sickeningBack at you, subversion, pseudo-sacred, pyscho virgin
Go tell your classes, go dig you gravesThen fill your mouth with all the money you will saveSinking in, getting smaller againUndone, 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 layFrom when the devil fell, the secrets have gone madThis is nothing new but would we kill it allFate 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 but I'm missing somethingI 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 and defenseless lie(Psychosocial)I tried to tell you first(Psychosocial)Your hurtful lies are giving out(Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing(Psychosocial)I can't help 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!