I DID MY TIME, and I want out!
So abusive FAITH!
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Back at your subversion.
Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn.
Go to your classes, 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.

oooO
There are cracks in the road we lay.
But we're the devil filth, the secret death gone mad.
This is nothing new, but would we kill 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!

Goint down, down, down, dooown
And I just can't believe my first love would be around.

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.

When I was 13, I had my first love
 There was nobody [bad word] to my baby
 And nobody came between us who could [bad word] above
 She had me going crazy, oh I was [bad word]  She woke me up daily, don't need no Starbucks

She made my heart pound
 I skip a beat when I see her in the street
 And at school on the playground
 But I really wanna see her on a weekend
 She know she got me dazin' 'cause she was so amazin'
 And now my heart is breakin' but I just keep on sayin'

Fate! Cannot catch this lie, (Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (Psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out. (Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing, I can't help it. (Psychosocial)
If it's something secret. (Psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (Psychosocial)
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.

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.