Slipknot Psychosocial

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,
packaging subversion, pseudo-sacrosanct, persersion

go drill your deserts. go dig you 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.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But, no one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.

(Psychosocial x6)

Oh, there are cracks in the road we laid.
But, when the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad.
This is nothing new. But, would we kill it all. The
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 rain will kill us all.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But, no one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.

(Psychosocial x6)

(The limits of the dead! x4)

Fake, anti-fascist lie.
(Psychosocial)
I 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.
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.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But, no one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.

(The limits of the dead! x2)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbspMTgSN80