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, the virgin,
Pseudo-psycho sickened virgin
Go tell your classes
Go dig your grave
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
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there I crash,
in the road we lay
But when the death will fail,
The secrets have gone mad!
This is nothing new,
But would we kill it all?
Fate was all we had
The reason of the 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!
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
Is there something psycho?
Is this what you want?
I'm not the only one!