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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 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 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 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!
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