I did my time, and I want out
so effusive, fate
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 reign 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 wall we lay
from where the temple fell
The secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new,
But would we kill it all?
fate 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 reign 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 [x5]

Fake anti-fascist lie,
(Psychosocial),
I tried to tell you thrice,
(Psychosocial),
your purple hearts 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!

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

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

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