Psychosocial (Live)

Oohh yeah I did my time and I want out, so abusive Fade, 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! 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!