Аккорды Slipknot - Psychosocial

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

                  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.