Psychosocial
I did my time, and I want out
So abusive, FATE
It doesn’t cut, the soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at you, subversion
Pseudo-sacred pyscho virgin
Go tell your classes
Go dig you grave
Then fill your mouth with all the money you have saved
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 lay
From when the devil 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
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