Psychosocial Songtext
von Slipknot
Psychosocial Songtext
Psycho fuckin′ social
Hold on
Hold on
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
I′m 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
The secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new, but when we killed 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
We 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
Fake anti-fascist lie (psychosocial)
I tried to tell you, but (psychosocial!)
Your purple hearts are giving out (psychosocial)
Can′t stop a 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
We 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
We 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 dead
Thank you
I want you to sing this motherfucker so loud
That they can hear it all the way back in London
All the way back in Birmingham
All the way in fucking Nothingham
All over fucking England
I want you to sing it so fucking loud that the world can hear you sing it
I want you to take it and make it your fucking own
Are you with me out there?
I'm gonna start it and I want you to finish it
Are you ready
I said are you fucking ready?
Hold on
Hold on
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
I′m 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
The secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new, but when we killed 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
We 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
Fake anti-fascist lie (psychosocial)
I tried to tell you, but (psychosocial!)
Your purple hearts are giving out (psychosocial)
Can′t stop a 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
We 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
We 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 dead
Thank you
I want you to sing this motherfucker so loud
That they can hear it all the way back in London
All the way back in Birmingham
All the way in fucking Nothingham
All over fucking England
I want you to sing it so fucking loud that the world can hear you sing it
I want you to take it and make it your fucking own
Are you with me out there?
I'm gonna start it and I want you to finish it
Are you ready
I said are you fucking ready?
Writer(s): Paul Gray, James Root, Corey Taylor, Sidney Wilson, Michael Crahan, Christopher Fehn, Craig Jones, Nathan Jordison, Mickael Thomson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com


