B bR rE eT tT t C c O oP pL lI iN n
5TEEN SINGLE. GRADE 9. RUGBY ...SLIPKNOT. ATREYU
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.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
5TEEN SINGLE. GRADE 9. RUGBY ...SLIPKNOT. ATREYU
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.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.


