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

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

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

Ohh

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

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

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

The limits of the dead

The limits of the dead