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