Psychosocial (acoustic)

Verse 1: 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 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 Verse 2: 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           ( ) Bridge: 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