If we throw ourselves against the wall
The preservation of the martyr in me
The reckoning, the sickening
(Psychosocial)
Fake and defenseless lie

The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
If we throw ourselves against the wall

But no one else can see
And the rain will kill us all
(Psychosocial)

But no one else can see
(Psychosocial)

Now there's only emptiness but I'm missing something
(Psychosocial)
But no one else can see

Who needs another mess, we could start over
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay
(Psychosocial)

If we throw ourselves against the wall
If we throw ourselves against the wall
Sinking in, getting smaller again
The limits of the dead!

I think we're done, I'm not the only one
And the rain will kill us all
And the rain will kill us all
Is this what you want?
I tried to tell you first

And the rain will kill us all
This is nothing new but would we kill it all
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial

I'm not the only one

The preservation of the martyr in me
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
(Psychosocial)
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Go tell your classes, go dig you graves
Your hurtful lies are giving out

But no one else can see
Back at you, subversion, pseudo-sacred, pyscho virgin
The preservation of the martyr in me
Can't stop the killing
From when the devil fell, the secrets have gone mad
I can't help if it's hunting season
The limits of the dead!
Undone, it has begun, I'm not the only one
Fate was all we had