I did my time and I want out so abusive
Fate it doesn't cut the soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning the sickening
Back at you subversion pseudo sacred pyscho virgin
Go tell your classes go dig you graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in getting smaller again
Undone 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
From when the devil fell the secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new but would we kill it all
Fate 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
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 and defenseless lie
Psychosocial
I tried to tell you first
Psychosocial
Your hurtful lies are giving out
Psychosocial
Can't stop the killing
Psychosocial
I can't help 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
Fake and defenseless lie
Psychosocial
I tried to tell you first
Psychosocial
Your hurtful lies are giving out
Psychosocial
Can't stop the killing
Psychosocial
I can't help 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