Psychosocial

Ooh, yeah Verse 1: Corey Taylor 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 Chorus: Corey Taylor 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 Post-Chorus: Clown, Chris Fehn, & Paul Gray Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial Verse 2: Corey Taylor 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 Chorus: Corey Taylor 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 Post-Chorus: Clown, Chris Fehn, & Paul Gray Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial Bridge: Corey Taylor, Clown, Chris Fehn, & Paul Gray The limits of the dead The limits of the dead The limits of the dead The limits of the dead Verse 3: Corey Taylor Fake anti-fascist lie Psychosocial I tried to tell you, but Psychosocial Your purple hearts 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 Chorus: Corey Taylor 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 Chorus: Corey Taylor 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 Outro: Corey Taylor The limits of the dead The limits of the dead