Fate, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrant

The reckoning, the sickening

Back at you, subversion, pseudo-sacred, pyscho virgin

Go tell your classes, go dig you graves

Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save

Sinking in, getting smaller again

Undone, it has begun, I'm not the only one

And the rain will kill us all

If we 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

From when the devil fell, the secrets 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 but I'm missing something

I think we're done, I'm not the only one

And the rain will kill us all

If we 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!

Fake and defenseless lie

(Psychosocial)

I tried to tell you first

(Psychosocial)

Your hurtful lies are giving out

(Psychosocial)

Can't stop the killing

(Psychosocial)

I can't help 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

If 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

If we throw ourselves against the wall

But no one else can see

The preservation of the martyr in me