Slipknot Psychosocial

I did my time, and I want out so It doesn t cut, The soul is not so vibrant The reckoning, the sickening packaging, subversion Pseudosacrosanct perversion Go drill your desserts, 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 reign 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, psycho