Slipknot

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 
Im done, it has begun 
I'm not the only one 

And the rain will kill us all, 
Throw ourselves against the wall 
But no one else can see, 
The preservation of the martyr in me 

Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial 
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial 

Oh, 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 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... 
Venomous, insipid! 
I think we're done 
I'm not the only one! 

And the rain will kill us all, 
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, 
(Psychosocial), 
But 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, 
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, 
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! 
THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD! 
THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!