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Psychosocial

Slipknot2008年8月19日

Psychosocial 歌詞

Psychosocial - Slipknot

Lyrics by:Chris Fehn/Corey Taylor/Craig Jones/Jim Root/Joey Jordison/Michael Shawn Crahan/Mick Thomson/PAUL GRAY/Sid Wilson

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

 

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 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

 

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

I tried to tell you but

Your purple hearts are giving out

 

Can't stop a killing idea

If it's hunting season

Is this what you want

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