I did my time, and I want out So effusive fate It doesn't cut, The soul is not so vibrant The reckoning, the sickening Back at you, subversion Pseudo-sacred with psycho virgin Go drill your deserts, Go dig your graves Then fill your mouth With all the money you will save Sinking in, getting smaller again Undone, it has begun I'm not the only one
[Chorus] 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
Oh, there are cracks, in the road we lay From where the devil fell The secrets have gone mad! This is nothing new, But would we kill it all? Fate 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, But a message to bring I think we're done I'm not the only one!
The limits of the dead, The limits of the dead, The limits of the dead, The limits of the dead,
Fake and defenseless lie, (Psychosocial), I tried to tell you first, (Psychosocial), Your hurtful lies are given out, (Psychosocial), Can't stop the killing idea, (Psychosocial), If it's hunting season, (Psychosocial), Is this what you want?, (Psychosocial), I'm not the only one!
Songwriters: Taylor, Corey Todd / Jordison, Nathan Jonas / Gray, Paul Dedrick / Wilson, Sidney George / Fehn, Christopher Michael / Root, James Donald / Jones, Craig Alan / Crahan, Michael Shawn / Thomson, Mickael Gordon