AND THE RAIN WILL KILL US ALL…
WE THROW OURSELVES AGAINST THE WALL
BUT NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE THE PRESERVATION OF THE MARTYR IN ME

[psychosocial]

There are cracks in the road we laid, but where the temple fell,
The secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new, but when we killed it all, the hate was all we had
Who needs another mess? We could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I’m wrong
Now there’s only emptiness… venomous, insipid
I think we’re done. I’m not the only one…

AND THE RAIN WILL KILL US ALL…
WE THROW OURSELVES AGAINST THE WALL
BUT NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE THE PRESERVATION OF THE MARTYR IN ME

[psychosocial]

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD

Fake Anti-Fascist Lie I tried to tell you, but your purple hearts are giving out
Can’t stop a killing idea if it’s hunting season
Is this what you want?
I’m not the only one…

AND THE RAIN WILL KILL US ALL…
WE THROW OURSELVES AGAINST THE WALL
BUT NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE THE PRESERVATION OF THE MARTYR IN ME
AND THE RAIN WILL KILL US ALL…
WE THROW OURSELVES AGAINST THE WALL
BUT NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE THE PRESERVATION OF THE MARTYR IN ME

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD