Psichosocial

Am
I did my time and I want out
             Em
So effusive, fade
                             C     
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so
 Em      Am
 vibrant.

The reckoning, the sickening.
Em
Packaging subversion
            C        Em     Am
Psuedo-sacrosanct perversion

Go drill your deserts, go dig your 
graves
Em                        C      
Then fill your mouth with all the
                Em   Am
 money you will save.

Sinking in, getting smaller again.
    Em                             
I'm done It has begun, I'm not the 
C    Em  Am
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.
The preservation of the martyr in 
Am
me.


Am                        
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, 
  Em
Psychosocial.
Am                        
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, 
  Em
Psychosocial.


Continues after the ad
C     Em  Am
There are cracks in the road we lay.
                        Em    
But we're the temple fell, the 
                       C  Em  Am
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                            
Just look me in the eyes and say 
        C  Em  Am
I'm wrong

Now there's only emptiness

Venomous, insepid.
Em                             C 
I think we're done-I'm not the 
   Em   Am
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.
The preservation of the martyr in 
Am
me.


Am                        
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, 
  Em           C   Em   Am
Psychosocial.
Am                        
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, 
  Em           C   Em   Am
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                                
Your purple hearts are giving out.
C  Em  Am


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                      
The preservation of the martyr in 
Am
me.