Psychosocial Acoustic

[Primeira Parte]


I did my time and I want out

So effusive, fade

It doesn t cut, this soul is not so vibrant

The reckoning, the sickening

Packaging subversion

Psuedo-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

[Refrão]


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

[Segunda Parte]


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

[Refrão]


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

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[Ponte]

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

[Refrão]


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