Slipknot - Psychosocial: lyrics and video
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userYou're either a maggot or a faggot
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All maggots add me!
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no you are the only gay one you keep commenting gay! you are saying it to convince yourself! you believe it is really awsome
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esse video é top de mais fera
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Slipknot is the the best band of the new age of metal so have many retards no understand.hate no sence(innovation,originality,g ood taste,they hate this about SLIPKNOT)
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Slipknot Is The Fucking Best....Most People Just Think They Are Evil Santanist Who Have No Life...Its Pisses Me Off That People Choose Slipknot To Judge So Quickly...To Be Honest, In My Opinion, Slipknot Is One Of The Best Things To Happen To Some People...Its Amazing How Their Music Can Make You Feel Like You Can Overcome Anything
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Best mothafuckin band eva. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT FUCK OFF!!!
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Ok, to get it all sorted out.. Ppl who listen to rap are just trying to be 'geto' or w/e because they dont fit in any group with their normal personality. And rap is litened to by mostly 10 yr olds cause they think they are so 'gangsta'. Almost everyday a 10 yr old or so comes up to me and tries to pick a fight with me, i just knock him down and put my headphones to his ears (with slipknot going in my mp3) and i just leave him there
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haha 3399pie keeps aon saying fuck slipknot cuz hewants to get fucked...n' by the way ur name is really gay its gayer than richard simmons
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Lyrics:
I did my time, and I want out!
So effusive-fade!
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Packaging subversion.
Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion.
Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save.
Sinking in, getting smaller again.
I´m done! It has begun, 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, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
There are cracks on the road we lay.
But where the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad.
This is nothing new, but when we kill 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, inspid
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, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
Fake anti-fascist lie, (Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you, but (Psychosocial)
Your purple hearts are giving out. (Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea. (Psychosocial)
If it's hunting season. (Psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (Psychosocial)
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. X2
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
I did my time, and I want out!
So effusive-fade!
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Packaging subversion.
Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion.
Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save.
Sinking in, getting smaller again.
I´m done! It has begun, 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, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
There are cracks on the road we lay.
But where the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad.
This is nothing new, but when we kill 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, inspid
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, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
Fake anti-fascist lie, (Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you, but (Psychosocial)
Your purple hearts are giving out. (Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea. (Psychosocial)
If it's hunting season. (Psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (Psychosocial)
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. X2
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
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