Psychosocial

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 RAIN WILL KILL US ALL…

WE THROW OURSELVES AGAINST THE WALL

BUT NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE THE PRESERVATION OF THE MARTYR IN ME

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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 RAIN WILL KILL US ALL…

WE THROW OURSELVES AGAINST THE WALL

BUT NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE THE PRESERVATION OF THE MARTYR IN ME

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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 your purple hearts are giving out (<psychosocial>, <psychosocial>)

Can't stop the killing idea if it's hunting season (<psychosocial>, <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

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