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Psychosocial

I did my time, and I want out
I saw my future...fade
It doesn't cut,
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at you, the virgin,
Pseudo-sick but sick perversion
Go drill your gases,
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 reign 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 lay
But will they ever fill?
The secrets have gone mad!
This is nothing new,
But would we kill it all?
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