jueves, 26 de febrero de 2009

"PSYCHOSOCIAL". SLIPKNOT.

PSYCHOSOCIAL

I did my time, and I want out I saw my future...

afraid It doesn't cut,

The soul is not so vibrant

The reckoning, the sickening Back at you, subversion,

Pseudo-sacred, sick perversion

Go drill your gases, 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 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 Oh, there are cracks, in the road we lay

But will it ever fill?

The secrets have gone mad!

This is nothing new,

But would we kill 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,

But I'm missing something 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

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!

Fate can not catch this lie,

I tried to tell you first

Your hurtful lies are giving out

Can't stop the killing,

I can't help it If it's hunting season

Is this what you want?

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.

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