IRC-Galleria

I did my time and I want out, so effusive
Fade, it doesn't cut, the 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
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me

Psychosocial

Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay
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
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me

Psychosocial

The limits of the dead!

Fake anti-fascist lie
(Psychosocial)
I tried to tell you first
(Psychosocial)
Your purple lies are giving out
(Psychosocial)

Can't stop a killing idea
(Psychosocial)
If it's hunting season
(Psychosocial)
Is this what you want?
(Psychosocial)
I'm not the only one

Psychosocial

The limits of the dead!

~Slipknot - Psychosocial~