I did my time, and I want out!
So abusive fate!
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Back at your subversion.
Pseudo-sacred sick psycho virgin.
Go to your classes, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you would save.
Sinking in, getting smaller again.
Undone! It has begun, I'm not the only one!
And the reign 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.
There are cracks on the road we lay.
From where the devil fell, the secret have gone mad.
This is nothing new, but would we kill it all?
Fate 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, burn elicit self threat.
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the reign 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.
Fate! Cannot catch this lie,
(Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice!
(Psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out.
(Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing, I can't help it.
(Psychosocial)
If it's something secret.
(Psychosocial)
Is this what you want?
(Psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the reign will kill us all.
Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me. X2
Writer(s): Paul Gray, James Root, Corey Taylor, Sidney Wilson, Michael Crahan, Christopher Fehn, Craig Jones, Nathan Jordison, Mickael Thomson
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