Psychosocial (album Version) Lyrics - Slipknot

I did my time and I want out, so effusive 

Fate, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrant 

The reckoning, the sickening 

Back at you, subversion, pseudo sacrosanct perversion 

Go drill your deserts go dig you graves 

Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save 

Sinking in, getting smaller again 

l'm done, 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 

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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, venomous insipid 

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! 

Photos 

Fake anti fascist lie 

(Psychosocial) 

I tried to tell you but 

(Psychosocial) 

Your hurtful eyes 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!