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1. PSYCHOSOCIAL
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
Im 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 kill 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,
(Psychosocial),
But 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,
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!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
2. ALL HOPE IS GONE
The state of the nation - violation!
A broken promise is as good as a lie.
The hell is humongous, the Devil's among us
And we will burn because we won't unite!
We won't witness anymore freedom.
What does anybody do with freedom?
I would rather fight, than let another die.
We're the problem, but we're also the solution.
All hope is gone!!!
If you want you cannot take it from me.
If you think you can, you still don't know me.
Let me tell you, when I said it, I meant it
And I will always have the right to defend it.
Fifty seconds, a hundred minutes.
The bill of rights is a bill of sale.
What will you do when the war is over?
What will you do when your system fails!?
We have made the present -obsolete.
What do you want?
What do you need?
We'll find a way,
When all hope is gone!
We've seen the fall of the elite.
Bury your life,
Sink your disease.
We'll end the world,
When all hope is gone!
The wretched are the wounded,
The hungry starved to death.
At a place where no-one goes,
The air itself is a final breathe.
So discontinue,
The antisceptic cash charade.
As the cry of justice comes,
I'm gonna let this fire free!
I am the reason your future suffers.
I am the hatred you won't embrace.
I am the worm of a pure distinction.
I am the remedy, spit in my face!
All your lies and wars are out-dated.
All your subjects are dulling mind games.
I can let all of another million reasons why,
But doesn't matter when the only thing will never die!
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
Im 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 kill 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,
(Psychosocial),
But 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,
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!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
2. ALL HOPE IS GONE
The state of the nation - violation!
A broken promise is as good as a lie.
The hell is humongous, the Devil's among us
And we will burn because we won't unite!
We won't witness anymore freedom.
What does anybody do with freedom?
I would rather fight, than let another die.
We're the problem, but we're also the solution.
All hope is gone!!!
If you want you cannot take it from me.
If you think you can, you still don't know me.
Let me tell you, when I said it, I meant it
And I will always have the right to defend it.
Fifty seconds, a hundred minutes.
The bill of rights is a bill of sale.
What will you do when the war is over?
What will you do when your system fails!?
We have made the present -obsolete.
What do you want?
What do you need?
We'll find a way,
When all hope is gone!
We've seen the fall of the elite.
Bury your life,
Sink your disease.
We'll end the world,
When all hope is gone!
The wretched are the wounded,
The hungry starved to death.
At a place where no-one goes,
The air itself is a final breathe.
So discontinue,
The antisceptic cash charade.
As the cry of justice comes,
I'm gonna let this fire free!
I am the reason your future suffers.
I am the hatred you won't embrace.
I am the worm of a pure distinction.
I am the remedy, spit in my face!
All your lies and wars are out-dated.
All your subjects are dulling mind games.
I can let all of another million reasons why,
But doesn't matter when the only thing will never die!
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