Ooh, yeah 
    I did my time and I want out 
 So effusive, fade, it doesn't cut 
 The 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 
 Throw ourselves against the wall 
 But no one else can see 
 The preservation of the martyr in me 
 Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial 
 Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial   
 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 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, insipid 
 I think we're done 
 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   
 The limits of the dead 
 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 hearts are giving out (psychosocial) 
 Can't stop the 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 
 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 
 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