Hey! Here’s a review of the song Psychosocial by Slipknot. The song was published in 2008 on their album All Hope Is Gone. Here‘s the lyrics, though there are apparently many versions of the lyrics out there, and I do not know which ones are right (but if you scroll down, you see what I think is right). The music video is below:

Since everyone has different versions of the song lyrics, and can pretty much only agree upon the word “Psychosocial” and the phrase “The limits of the dead!”, I decided to post what I think are the right lyrics to this song, and if you have reasonable suggestions for changes, I might change them!

I did my time and I want out
So effusive, fade
It doesn’t cut, this 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
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me

Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial

Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay
But when the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new, but when we killed it all
Fate 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
If we 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 a 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
If we 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
If we 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!

 

This is a very angry song. Corey Taylor, the vocalist, is really screaming it out, literally. The whole song reeks of aggression. Chugging guitars and pounding drums are key words in this song. It just rocks straight through the whole song, and helps the aggression in the lyrics being presented stronger. The only problem about these angry lyrics, are that there are so many insecurities about them, it seems that no one really knows what the right lyrics are.

 

“Who needs another mess?
We could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I’m wrong”
(Psychosocial – Slipknot)

 

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