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

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

Oh, let it out You'll be my coward, my killer at heart Oh, let it out now And it will come down and tear us apart This is my one break down lost out She fell in with the stars I'm drinking up the rain drops From all her precious clouds I swear that