The limits of the dead, And the rain will kill us all, Throw ourselves against the wall But no one else can see, The preservation of the martyr in me Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial I'm not the only one! I did my time, and I want out So effusive

We venture through time blind, running hands against the walls Sweeping barricades red with rust Quiet this mind abandoned fields of thought Searching for meaning, wandering in opaque Closing my eyes, and let the color in Quiet this mind ignite these

Now testify It's right outside our door Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set The jury's sleepless We found your weakness Who controls the past now controls the future The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me

He's a good time cowboy Casanova Leaning up against the record machine He looks like a cool drink of water But he's candy-coated misery He's the devil in disguise A snake with blue eyes And he only comes out at night Gives you feelings that you don't

Countdown, to the very end, Equality, an invitation that we won't extend Ready aim, pull the trigger now, In time you firmly secure your place in hell If we're the flagship of peace and prosperity We're taking on water and about to fuckin' sink No one

The heart wants what it wants (What the heart wants) The bed's getting cold and you're not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I'm not alive until you call And I'll bet the odds against it all Save your advice 'cause I won't hear You might be

(Ooh, make me bad and I don't know) But that's what I like about ya (Ooh) That's what I like about ya (Ooh) Yeah, that's what I like about ya Yeah, that's what I like about ya I tried to fight against it, shut out what all my friends said I keep letting

It's purpose now revealed in silence Keep searching, question if this light ends I've been a victim to the blade against myself Bloodletting all of my soul Suck in, paralyzed in this vortex Reduced to silence In the dark I've lingered too long This

Go ahead and jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't you see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump Might as well jump (jump) I get up, and nothin' gets me down

(All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) Back against the wall (fuck!) And my pocket against the wall Still hanging in the hall Never change, I'm the same (nope) Please don't fucking call me, no (no) The person you are trying