I did my time, and I want out
So effusive fade, it doesn′t cut
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
The preservation of the martyr in me
Oh, there are cracks in the road we laid
But where the temple fell
The secrets have gone mad
But when we killed it all
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
Now there's only emptiness
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
The preservation of the martyr in me
Fake anti-fascist 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!)
And the rain will kill us all
We throw ourselves against the wall
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
We throw ourselves against the wall
The preservation of the martyr in me
Writer(s): Paul Gray, James Root, Corey Taylor, Sidney Wilson, Michael Crahan, Christopher Fehn, Craig Jones, Nathan Jordison, Mickael Thomson