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(Oh Yea) 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 Im 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, Letras de cancionesThe secrets 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, 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 Anti-Fascist Lie, (Psychosocial), I tried to tell you, (Psychosocial), But 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, 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, 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! THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD! THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD! From Letras Mania