I did my time, and I want out
I saw my future...afraid
It doesn't cut,
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at you, subversion,
Pseudo-sacred, sick perversion
Go drill your gases,
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 reign 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 lay
But will it ever fill?
The secrets have gone mad!
This is nothing new,
But would 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,
But I'm missing something
I think we're done
I'm not the only one!

And the reign 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!

Fate can not catch this lie,
I tried to tell you first
Your hurtful lies are giving out
Can't stop the killing, I can't help it
If it's hunting season
Is this what you want?
I'm not the only one!

And the reign 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