Psychosocial

Ooh, yeah!
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 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!
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 The limits of the dead!
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 The limits of the dead!
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 The limits of the dead!
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 The limits of the dead!
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 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
 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
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 The limits of the dead!
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 The limits of the dead!