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 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 laid
But where the temple fell
The secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new, but when we killed it all
The hate is 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 the 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 wethrow 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