Tom: C
Am
I did my time and I want out
Em
So effusive, fade
C Em Am
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Em
Packaging subversion
C Em Am
Psuedo-sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves
Em C Em Am
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save.
Sinking in, getting smaller again.
Em C Em Am
I'm done It has begun, I'm not the only one
Am C
And the rain will kill us all.
C Am
We throw ourselves against the wall.
G Em
But no-one else can see.
Am
The preservation of the martyr in me.
Am Em
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Am Em
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
C Em Am
There are cracks in the road we lay.
Em C Em Am
But we're the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad.
This is nothing new, but when we killed it all
Em C Em Am
The hate was all we had
Who needs another mess, we could start over.
Em C Em Am
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
Now there's only emptiness
Venomous, insepid.
Em C Em Am
I think we're done-I'm not the only one
Am C
And the rain will kill us all.
C Am
We throw ourselves against the wall.
G Em
But no-one else can see.
Am
The preservation of the martyr in me.
Am Em C Em Am
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Am Em C Em Am
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Am (repeat this chord with stacatto to the rythym of the song)
Am
The limits of the dead
C
The limits of the dead
Am C Em
The limits of the dead
C Em Am
The limits of the dead
Am
Fake anti-facist lie
I tried to tell you but
Em C Em Am
Your purple hearts are giving out.
Can't stop a killing idea
If its hunting season
Em
Is this what you want?
C Em Am
I'm not the only one
Am C
And the rain will kill us all.
C Am
We throw ourselves against the wall.
G Em
But no-one else can see.
Em Am
The preservation of the martyr in me.
