Slipknot - Psychosocial, аккорды

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I did my time and I want out
             
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So effusive, fade
                             
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It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
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The reckoning, the sickening.
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Packaging subversion
            
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Psuedo-sacrosanct perversion

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

Sinking in, getting smaller again.
    
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I'm done It has begun, I'm not the only one

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And the rain will kill us all.
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We throw ourselves against the wall.
    
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But no-one else can see.
                                  
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The preservation of the martyr in me.

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Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
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Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.

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There are cracks in the road we lay.
                        
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But we're the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad.

This is nothing new, but when we killed it all
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The hate was all we had

Who needs another mess, we could start over.
     
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Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
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Now there's only emptiness
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Venomous, insepid.
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I think we're done-I'm not the only one

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And the rain will kill us all.
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We throw ourselves against the wall.
    
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But no-one else can see.
                                 
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The preservation of the martyr in me.

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Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
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Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.

                  
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The limits of the dead
                  
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The limits of the dead
                  
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The limits of the dead
    
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The limits of the dead

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Fake anti-facist lie

I tried to tell you but
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Your purple hearts are giving out.
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Can't stop a killing idea
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If its hunting season
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Is this what you want?
        
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I'm not the only one

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And the rain will kill us all.
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We throw ourselves against the wall.
    
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But no-one else can see.
          
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The preservation of the martyr in me.