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 I  my time, and I want out
 So effusive
 Fade
 It doesn't cut,
 The soul is not so 
 The  the sickening
 Packaging subversion
 Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion
  drill your deserts,
 Go dig  graves
 Then  your mouth
 With all the  you will save
 Sinking in, getting  again
  done, it has begun
 I'm not  only one
 
 And the  will kill us all,
 Throw  against the wall
  no one else can see,
 The preservation of  martyr in me
 
 Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
 Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
 
 Oh,  are cracks, in the road we laid
  where the temple fell,
 The secrets have gone 
  is nothing new,
 But when we kill  all,
 The hate was all  had!
 Who  another mess?
 We  start over!
  look me in the eyes
 And say I'm 
 Now there's only 
 Venomous, insipid!
  think we're done
  not the only one!
 
 And  rain will kill us all,
 Throw ourselves  the wall
 But no one else  see,
 The preservation of the martyr  me
 
 Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
 Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
 
 THE LIMITS OF  DEAD!
 THE  OF THE DEAD!
 THE  OF THE DEAD!
 THE LIMITS OF THE 
 
 Fake Anti-Fascist Lie,
 (Psychosocial),
 I  to tell you,
 (Psychosocial),
 But your purple hearts are giving 
 (Psychosocial),
 Can't stop the  idea,
 (Psychosocial),
  it's hunting season,
 (Psychosocial),
 Is this what  want?,
 (Psychosocial),
  not the only one!
 
 And the rain will  us all,
 Throw ourselves against  wall
 But no one  can see,
 The preservation of the martyr in 
 
 And  rain will kill us all,
 Throw ourselves against the 
  no one else can see,
 The preservation of  martyr in me.
 
  LIMITS OF THE DEAD!
 THE LIMITS OF THE 
 THE  OF THE DEAD!
 THE LIMITS OF  DEAD!