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
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
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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    • GO DRILL YOUR DESSERTS. GO DIG YOUR GRAVES THEN FILL YOUR MOUTHS WITH ALL THE MONEY I HAVE SAVED.

    This songs about the government. FAKE, ANTI-FASCIST LIE./ I TRIED TO TELL YOU BUT.. YOUR PURPLE HEARTS ARE GIVING OUT.

    TheS0v1eton April 26, 2011   Link

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