IRC-Galleria

I DID MY TIME, and I want
out!
So abusive FAITH!
It doesn't cut, this soul
is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the
sickening.
Back at your subversion.
Psuedo-sacred sick before
dawn.
Go to 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,
Psychosocial,
Psychosocial.
Psychosocial,
Psychosocial,
Psychosocial.

oooO
There are cracks in the
road we lay.
But we're the devil filth,
the secret death gone mad.
This is nothing new, but
would we kill 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, burn elicit
self threat.
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,
Psychosocial,
Psychosocial.
Psychosocial,
Psychosocial,
Psychosocial.

Fate! Cannot catch this
lie, (Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you
thrice! (Psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are
giving out. (Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing, I
can't help it.
(Psychosocial)
If it's something secret.
(Psychosocial)
Is this what you want?
(Psychosocial)
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.

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.

SlipKnoT - Psychosocial