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AmI did my time and I want out So effusive, Emfade It doesn't cut, this soul is Cnot Emso Amvibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
EmPackaging subversion Psuedo-sacroCsanct EmperverAmsion
Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves
EmThen fill your mouth Cwith all the money Emyou Amwill save. Sinking in, getting smaller again. I'm Emdone It has begun, I'm not tChe Emonly Amone
AmAnd the rain will kill Cus all. CWe throw ourselves Amagainst the wall. But Gno-one else can Emsee. The preservation of the martyr in Amme.
AmPsychosocial, Psychosocial, EmPsychosocial. AmPsychosocial, Psychosocial, EmPsychosocial.
There are cracks in the road we lay. But we're 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, insepid. I think we're done-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. Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial. Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial. Am (repeat this chord with stacatto to the rythym of the song) The limits of the dead The limits of the dead The limits of the dead The limits of the dead Fake anti-facist lie I tried to tell you but Your purple hearts are giving out. Can't stop a killing idea If its hunting season Is this what you want? 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.