Urgh! Yeah!nnI did my time, and I want out.nSo effusive - fade - it doesn't cut.nThe soul is not so vibrant.nThe reckoning, the sickening.nPackaging subversion.nPseudo sacrosanct perversion.nGo drill your deserts, go dig you graves.nThen fill your mouth with all the money you have saved.nSinking in, getting smaller again.nI'm done, it has begun. nI'm not the only one.nnAnd the rain will kill us all.nWe throw ourselves against the wall.nBut no-one else can see, the preservation of the martyr in me.nnPsychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial!nPsychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial!nnOh, there are cracks in the road we laid.nBut where the temple fell.nThe secrets have gone mad.nThis is nothing new, but when we kill it all.nThe hate was all we had. nWho needs another mess? We could start over.nJust look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong.nNow there's only emptiness.nVenomous, insepid.nI think we're done, I'm not the only one.nnAnd the rain will kill us all.nWe throw ourselves against the wall.nBut no-one else can see, the preservation of the martyr in me.nnPsychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial!nPsychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial!nnThe limits of the dead!nThe limits of the dead!nThe limits of the dead!nThe limits of the dead!nnFake anti-facist lie.nI tried to tell you, but your purple hearts are giving out.nCan't stop a killing idea if it's hunting season.nIs this what you want?nI'm not the only one!nnAnd the rain will kill us all.nWe throw ourselves against the wall.nBut no-one else can see, the preservation of the martyr in me.nAnd the rain will kill us all.nWe throw ourselves against the wall.nBut no-one else can see, the preservation of the martyr in me.nnThe limits of the dead!nThe limits of the dead!