Psychosocial

Afinação: A E A D F# B [Intro] H.A H.A H.A H.A H.A H.A P.M. . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . [Primeira Parte] P.M. . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . P.M. . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . P.M. . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . P.M. . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . I did my time, and I want out! So abusive fate It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant. The reckoning, the sickening Back at you 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! [Refrão 1] Ab5 Eb5 Bb5 G5 And the rain will kill us all C5 Eb5 Ab5 If throw ourselves against the wall Eb5 Bb5 G5 But no one else can see The preservation of the martyr in me P.M. . . . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . P.M. . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial [Segunda Parte] P.M. . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . P.M. . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . P.M. . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . P.M. . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . Go! There are cracks in the road we laid But we're the temple fell, the secret death's 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, burn elicit self threat I think we're done, I'm not the only one! [Refrão 2] Ab5 Eb5 Bb5 G5 And the rain will kill us all C5 Eb5 Ab5 If throw ourselves against the wall Eb5 Bb5 G5 But no one else can see The preservation of the martyr in me [Solo] [Ponte] The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead! P.M. . . . . . . . . . . . . G|---------------------------------------------------| (11x) P.M. . . . . . . . . P.M. . . . . . . . . . G|---------------------------------------------------| (3x) P.M. . . . . . . [Terceira Parte] P.M.. . . . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . P.M. . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . Fate! Cannot catch this lie, (Psychosocial) I 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! [Refrão 2] Ab5 Eb5 Bb5 G5 And the rain will kill us all C5 Eb5 Ab5 If throw ourselves against the wall Eb5 Bb5 G5 But no one else can see The preservation of the martyr in me [Final] P.M.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . . . . . H.A P.M.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . P.M.. . . . . . . . . . H.A P.M. . . . . . . . . . . . . . G|---------------------------------------------------| (3x) P.M. . . . . . . . . . . The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead!