Slipknot - Psychosocial

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    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 graves
    Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
    Sinking in, getting smaller again
    Undone, it has begun, I'm not the only one

    And the rain will kill us all
    If 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

    Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay
    From when the devil fell, the secrets have gone mad
    This is nothing new but would we kill it all
    Fate 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 but I'm missing something
    I think we're done, I'm not the only one

    And the rain will kill us all
    If 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 and defenseless lie
    (Psychosocial)
    I tried to tell you first
    (Psychosocial)
    Your hurtful lies are giving out
    (Psychosocial)

    Can't stop the killing
    (Psychosocial)
    I can't help 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
    If 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
    If 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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