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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] 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 [Chorus] 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. [Verse] 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 [Chorus] 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) [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] 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.