Slipknot Psychosocial

I did my time and I want out, so effusive

Fate, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrant

The reckoning, the sickening

Packaging, subversion, pseudo-sacro sanct perversion,

 

Go drill you deserts, go dig you 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

If 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

 

Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay

But where the temples fell, the secrets have gone mad

This is nothing new but when we 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 venomous, insipid

I think we're done, I'm not the only one

 

And the rain will kill us all

If 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

(Psychosocial)

I tried to tell you but

(Psychosocial)

Your purple hearts are giving out

(Psychosocial)

 

Can't stop a killing idea

(Psychosocial)

If it's hunting season

(Psychosocial)

Is this what you want?

(Psychosocial)

I'm not the only one

 

And the rain will kill us all

If 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

If 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!