I did my time, and I want out!
So effusive fate,
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Packging, 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

There are cracks in the road we laid.
But we're the temple fell, the secret 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! (4x)

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
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