Psychosocial аккордыSlipknot

Аккорды с текстом песни Psychosocial - Slipknot

Am
I did my time and I want out
             Em
So effusive, fade
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It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
Am
The reckoning, the sickening.
Em
Packaging subversion
            C        Em     Am
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.
    Em                             C  Em Am
I'm done It has begun, I'm not the only one

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

C     Em  Am
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.
     Em                                C Em Am
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
Am
Now there's only emptiness
Am
Venomous, insepid.
Em                             C  Em Am
I think we're done-I'm not the only one

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

                  Am
The limits of the dead
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The limits of the dead
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The limits of the dead
    C         Em  Am
The limits of the dead

Am
Fake anti-facist lie

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

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.