"Psychosocial"

I did my time, and I want out 
 So effusive, fade 
 It doesn't cut, this 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 
 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
 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,
 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!
 
 Fake Anti-Fascist lie (psychosocial) 
 I tried to tell you, but (psychosocial) your purple lies are giving out (psychosocial) 
 Can't stop a 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,
 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,
 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!