收聽Slipknot的Psychosocial (2012 Remaster)歌詞歌曲

Psychosocial (2012 Remaster)

Slipknot2012年7月16日

Psychosocial (2012 Remaster) 歌詞

Psychosocial (2012 Remaster) - Slipknot

Lyrics by:Corey Taylor/Joey Jordison (Nathan Jordison)/M. Shawn Crahan (Clown)/Paul Gray

Composed by:Corey Taylor/Joey Jordison (Nathan Jordison)/M. Shawn Crahan (Clown)/Paul Gray

Produced by:Dave Fortman/Slipknot

Ooh yeah

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

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

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

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 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