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 I  my time, and I want out
 So effusive
 Fade
 It doesn't cut,
 The soul is not so 
  reckoning, the sickening
 Packaging subversion
 Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion
  drill your deserts,
 Go  your graves
  fill your mouth
  all the money you will save
 Sinking  getting smaller again
  done, it has begun
 I'm not the  one
 
 And the rain will kill  all,
 Throw ourselves against the 
 But  one else can see,
 The preservation of  martyr in me
 
 Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
 Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
 
 Oh, there are cracks,  the road we laid
 But where the temple 
 The  have gone mad!
 This is  new,
 But when  kill it all,
 The hate was  we had!
 Who needs another 
  could start over!
  look me in the eyes
 And say  wrong
 Now there's only 
 Venomous, insipid!
  think we're done
 I'm  the only one!
 
 And the rain will kill us 
 Throw ourselves against the 
  no one else can see,
 The preservation of the martyr  me
 
 Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
 Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
 
  LIMITS OF THE DEAD!
 THE LIMITS OF  DEAD!
 THE  OF THE DEAD!
 THE LIMITS OF  DEAD!
 
 Fake Anti-Fascist Lie,
 (Psychosocial),
 I tried  tell you,
 (Psychosocial),
 But your purple hearts  giving out,
 (Psychosocial),
 Can't stop the killing 
 (Psychosocial),
 If it's  season,
 (Psychosocial),
 Is this what you 
 (Psychosocial),
  not the only one!
 
 And the  will kill us all,
 Throw ourselves against  wall
 But no one else can 
 The preservation of the  in me
 
  the rain will kill us all,
 Throw  against the wall
  no one else can see,
 The preservation of  martyr in me.
 
 THE LIMITS OF  DEAD!
 THE LIMITS OF  DEAD!
 THE LIMITS OF  DEAD!
 THE  OF THE DEAD!