This is my acoustic "soft" version of the song.  in order to get it, you gotta sing it 
not yell it like in the regular version. just sing it, and match your voice with the 
and it will sound great!

[Verse]

I did my time 

and I want out
             
So effusive, f


ade
              
It doesn't cut

              
, this soul is

           
 not so vibran

  
t.

The reckoning, the sickening.

Packaging subv

ersion
             
Psuedo-sacrosa

            
nct perversion

Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves
            
Then fill your

             
 mouth with al

              
l the money yo

          
u will save.

Sinking in, getting smaller again.
            
I'm done It ha

              
s begun, I'm n

           
ot the only on

  
e


[Chorus]
            
And the rain w

             
ill kill us al

l.
             
We throw ourse

      
lves against t

he wall.
             
But no-one els

      
e can see.
              
The preservati

              
on of the mart

      
yr in me.


            
Psychosocial, 

              
Psychosocial, 


Psychosocial.
            
Psychosocial, 

              
Psychosocial, 


Psychosocial.


[Verse]
       
There are crac

ks in the road

 we lay.
              
But we're the 

            
temple fell, t

              
he secrets hav

               
e gone mad.

This is nothing new, but when we killed it all
            
The hate was a

              
ll we had

Who needs another mess, we could start over.
            
Just look me i

              
n the eyes and

                   
 say I'm wrong

Now there's only emptiness

Venomous, insepid.
            
I think we're 

              
done-I'm not t

          
he only one


[Chorus]
            
And the rain w

             
ill kill us al

l.
             
We throw ourse

      
lves against t

he wall.
             
But no-one els

      
e can see.
              
The preservati

              
on of the mart

      
yr in me.


            
Psychosocial, 

              
Psychosocial, 

                 
Psychosocial.
            
Psychosocial, 

              
Psychosocial, 

                 
Psychosocial.


Am (repeat this chord with stacatto to the rythym of the song)

[Bridge]
              
The limits of 

    
the dead
              
The limits of 

    
the dead
              
The limits of 

             
the dead
             
The limits of 

  
the dead



Fake anti-faci

st lie

I tried to tell you but
            
Your purple he

              
arts are givin

          
g out.

Can't stop a killing idea

If its hunting season

Is this what y

ou want?
            
I'm not the on

      
ly one


[Chorus]
            
And the rain w

              
ill kill us al


l.
             
We throw ourse

      
lves against t

he wall.
             
But no-one els

      
e can see.
            
The preservati

              
on of the mart

      
yr in me.