Slipknot | Psychoscial | (Vocal Cover)

MEANING

Slipknot's song 'Psychosocial' is a powerful cry of despair and social criticism, the frustration and isolation people feel in modern society.

The lyrics speak of a desire to escape a system that seems to be broken, where the 'soul is not as vibrant' and life has become superficial and perverted.

The reference to 'The reckoning, the sickening' suggests a judgment or unpleasant revelation about the nature of society and how it corrupts the individual.

The song also addresses the idea of ​​self-destruction and the futility of fighting a seemingly invincible system. 'And the rain will kill us all, Throw ourselves against the wall' can be interpreted as a metaphor for the futile struggle against oppressive forces, where even resistance seems futile.

The 'preservation of the martyr in me' suggests that there is a recognition of one's own victimhood and sacrifice in a world that does not value individuality or personal integrity.

Finally, 'Psychosocial' also touches on themes of war and political falsehood, as seen in lines such as 'Fake anti-fascist lie' and 'Your purple hearts are giving out'. These phrases can be interpreted as a criticism of the hypocrisy of political leaders and the glorification of war.

The song reflects a feeling of disappointment and discontent with the state of the world


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LYRICS

I did my time and I want out
So effusive, fade, it doesn't cut
The 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
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 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
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
The limits of the dead

Fake anti-fascist 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

And the rain will kill us all
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
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me

The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead

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