Psychosocial Songtext
von Slipknot
Psychosocial Songtext
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 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
There are cracks in the road we laid
But where the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new, but would 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
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
Fake anti-fascist lie (Psychosocial)
I've 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
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
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 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
There are cracks in the road we laid
But where the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new, but would 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
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
Fake anti-fascist lie (Psychosocial)
I've 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
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
Writer(s): Paul Gray, James Root, Corey Taylor, Sidney Wilson, Michael Crahan, Christopher Fehn, Craig Jones, Nathan Jordison, Mickael Thomson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com