Psychosocial

Am

I did my time and I want out

Em

So effusive, fade

It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.

The reckoning, the sickening.

Em

Packaging subversion

Psuedo-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.

Am

The preservation of the martyr in me.

Am Em

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.

Am Em

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.

There are cracks in the road we lay.

But we're 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, insepid.

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-facist lie

I tried to tell you but

Your purple hearts are giving out.

Can't stop a killing idea

If its hunting season

Is this what you want?

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.