Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Psychosocial, artist - Marcus Bridge. Date of issue: 15.08.2019
Song language: English
Psychosocial |
| I did my time, and I want out! |
| So effusive — fade — it doesn't cut |
| This 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 |
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| Oh, there are cracks in the road we laid |
| But when 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 |
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| The limits of the dead |
| The limits of the dead |
| The limits of the dead |
| The limits of the dead |
| Fake antifascist 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 |