I did my time
And I want out
So abusive, fate
It doesn’t cut
The soul
Is not so vibrant
The reckoning
The sickening
Back at you
Subversion
Pseudo-sacred
Pyscho virgin
Go tell your classes
Go dig you grave
Then fill
Your mouth with
All the money
You will save
Sinking in
Getting smaller again
Undone
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

Oh, there are cracks
In the road we lay
From when the devil 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
But I’m missing something
I think we’re done
I’m not the only one
(Psychosocial)
Can’t stop the killing
I can’t help
If it’s hunting season
Is this what you want
I’m not the only one

Fake and defenseless lie
(Psychosocial)
I tried to tell you first
(Psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies
Are giving out
(Psychosocial)
Can’t stop the killing
I can’t help
If it’s hunting season
Is this what you want
I’m not the only one

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