Psychosocial

oh yea!
I did my time, and I want out!
So abusive faith!
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Back at your subversion.
Pseudo-sacredsick before dawn.
Go to 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 notthe only one!

And the rain 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 lay.
But we're the devil filth, the secret death gone mad.
This is nothing new, but wouldwe 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, burn elicit selfthreat.
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!

And the rain 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
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Fate! Cannot catch this lie, (Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (Psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out. (Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing, I can'thelp it. (Psychosocial)
If it's something secret. (Psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (Psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!

And the rain will kill us all.
Throw ourselvesagainst 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
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