Psychosocial - Slipknot

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!

I love your projection but I don't love you Your perceived perfection though it's just not true I want an escape and tonight that's you You are my victim, you are my muse Just one specimen of a multitude I want a cliché I can click on cue Psychosocial Psychosocial Psychosocial Psychosocial Give me all access, give me what I want The compassionship of your tableau vivants I'm entertained until I'm not Psychosocial Psychosocial Psychosocial Psychosocial You don't call, you don't write It's like I don't even know you You don't look, you never reply And you won't 'cause I'm a Psychosocial (It's like I don't even know you) Psychosocial (And you won't 'cause I'm a...) Psychosocial (It's like I don't even know you) Psychosocial (It's like I don't even know you) I love your projection but I don't love you

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! 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 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! The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead!

I did my time, and I want out! So abusive faith! It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant. The reckoning, the sickening. Back at your subversion. Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn. Go to 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 lay. But we're the devil filth, the secret death gone mad. This is nothing new, but would 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, burn elicit self threat. 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. Fate! Cannot catch this lie, (Psychosocial) I've tried to tell you thrice! (Psychosocial) Your hurtful lies are giving out. (Psychosocial) Can't stop the killing, I can't help it. (Psychosocial) If it's something secret. (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.