Letra

Ooh, yeah! 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 Throw ourselves against the wall But no one else can see The preservation of the martyr in me Psychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial! Oh, 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 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! The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead!
Writer(s): Paul Gray, James Root, Corey Taylor, Sidney Wilson, Michael Crahan, Christopher Fehn, Craig Jones, Nathan Jordison, Mickael Thomson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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