Phsychosocial Lyrics - Slipknot

Ooh, yeah! 

I did my time and I want out 

So effusive - fade - 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 rain will kill us all... 

We throw ourselves against the wall 

But no one else can see 

The preservation of the martyr in me 

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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 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! 

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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! 

Psychosocial! 

Psychosocial! 

Psychosocial! 

Psychosocial! 

Psychosocial! 

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 tried to tell you but - (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 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... 

The limits of the dead...