Psychosocial Acoustic

[Primera Parte]

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

[Estribillo]

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

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[Segunda Parte]

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

[Estribillo]

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                        
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, 
  Em           C   Em   Am
Psychosocial
Am                        
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, 
  Em           C   Em   Am
Psychosocial

( Am )

[Puente]
                  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

[Estribillo]

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