Psychosocial (acoustic) Acordes

	  
Am 
I did my time and I want out 
             Em 
So effusive, fade 
                             C      Em      Am 
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant 

The reckoning, the sickening 
Em 
Packaging subversion 
            C        Em     Am 
Psuedo-sacrosanct perversion 

Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves 
Em                        C                      Em   Am 
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 
                        Em                           C  Em  Am 
But we're the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad 

This is nothing new, but when we killed it all 
Em                      C  Em  Am 
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 

Now there's only emptiness 

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 ) 


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

Am 
Fake anti-facist lie 

I tried to tell you but 
Em                                C  Em  Am 
Your purple hearts are giving out 

Can't stop a killing idea 

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