Psychosocial Chords

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!


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.