Actually... The term "psychosocial" refers to psychological development and interaction with society.
I think it's about the fact that our hope and dreams are being slowly eradicated.
"And the reign will kill us all, throw ourselves against the wall" is talking about the bad choices we had made electing our governments.
"The secret death gone mad?" We've tried to speak out before and say something but we were silenced or told to shut up and sit down.
this is my personal understanding of this song.
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Slipknot is not a satanic band. The words to psychosocial are based on the memories of different people and the life events that led them to where they are today.
Some believe it does. Some fans believe that it sounds like a couple different songs combined, some from Slipknot and Metallica. There's a part that sounds like cemetery gates from pantera.
There is no one called Maggot in Slipknot. however slipknot fans are called maggots its a semi-derogatory term but they can say what ever they want to me i dont care, on the subliminal verses track 9 called "Pulse of The Maggots" meaning that slipknot fans would die without slipknot
wait and bleed, spit it out, my plague, left behind, vermillion, vermillion pt 2, duality, before i forget, the nameless, psychosocial, dead memories, snuff, sulphur
I did my time and I want out, so abusive Fate, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrant The reckoning, the sickening Back at you, subversion, pseudo-sacred, pyscho virgin Go tell your classes, go dig you graves Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save Sinking in, getting smaller again Undone, 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 From when the devil fell, the secrets have gone mad This is nothing new but would we kill 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 but I'm missing something 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 and defenseless lie (Psychosocial) I tried to tell you first (Psychosocial) Your hurtful lies are giving out (Psychosocial) Can't stop the killing (Psychosocial) I can't help 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!