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 rainn 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

The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead