I did my time
and I want out
so effusive faith
it doesn't cut
The soul is not
so vibrant
The reckoning
The sickening
packaging subversion
pseudo sacrosanct
perversion
Go tell your classes
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!
Caught in the cracks
in the road we laid
from when the devil 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
but I'm missing something
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
The limits of the dead
Fake anti-fascist lie
I tried to tell you but
your purple hearts
are giving out
Can't stop the killing
I can't help
if it's hunting season
Is this what you want?
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
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
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!