Psychosocial Song Lyrics by Slipknot
Ooh, yeah!
I did my time, and I want outSo effusive fade, it doesn’t cutThe soul is not so vibrantThe reckoning, the sickeningPackaging subversionPseudo-sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your desertsGo dig your gravesThen fill your mouth with all the money you will saveSinking in, getting smaller againI’m done, it has begunI’m not the only one
And the rain will kill us allThrow ourselves against the wallBut no one else can seeThe preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial!Psychosocial!Psychosocial!Psychosocial!Psychosocial!Psychosocial!
Oh, there are cracks in the road we laidBut where the temple fellThe secrets have gone madThis is nothing newBut when we killed it allThe hate was all we had
Who needs another mess?We could start overJust look me in the eyes and say I’m wrongNow there’s only emptinessVenomous, insipidI think we’re doneI’m not the only one
And the rain will kill us allThrow ourselves against the wallBut no one else can seeThe 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 allWe throw ourselves against the wallBut no one else can seeThe preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us allWe throw ourselves against the wallBut no one else can seeThe preservation of the martyr in me
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!