文本歌词

Psychosocial - InstaHit Crew
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
Packaging 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
I'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
Oh there are cracks in the road we lay
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
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
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
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