I did my time and I want out!. So effusive fade It doesn't cut this 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. Psychosocial psychosocial psychosocial. Psychosocial psychosocial psychosocial. Ohh. 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!. 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 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. The limits of the dead