Psychosocial Constructs Songtext
von Synastry

We are the ones who wait to be hated
We are the ones whose signal is traded

Slaying the false gods and their prophets
Collapse the mass of psychosocial constructs

And our eyes are blind
And we must repent

Brainwash the virgin and he′ll pay more
You know that she'll become a whore

And our eyes are blind

What to do as we weave cocoons
Standing here with our empty fate


This time I will do things my way
I′ll make god damn sure that you pay for this
Inject pain straight into my brain
One mistake will cost you your life

Humanity's lost in the shuffle
A sad departure for our kindred

And we must repent
And our eyes are

What to do as we weave cocoons?
Standing here with our empty fate
And each turmoil sweeps us in
Life is lost in this empty sin

Inside the dirthouse, you go in circles
For your ignorance
You'll play the pawn