《 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
back at you, subversion
pseudo-sacred with scared perversion
go drill your gasses,
go dig your graves
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,
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 where 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
an
