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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alessandro Venturella
Alessandro Venturella
Bass Guitar
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Lead Vocals
Craig Jones
Craig Jones
Keyboards
James Root
James Root
Guitar
Jay Weinberg
Jay Weinberg
Drums
Michael Pfaff
Michael Pfaff
Background Vocals
Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
Guitar
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Percussion
Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alessandro Venturella
Alessandro Venturella
Songwriter
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Songwriter
Craig Jones
Craig Jones
Songwriter
James Root
James Root
Songwriter
Jay Weinberg
Jay Weinberg
Songwriter
Michael Pfaff
Michael Pfaff
Songwriter
Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
Songwriter
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Songwriter
Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slipknot
Slipknot
Producer
Jerry Johnson
Jerry Johnson
Drum Technician
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Joe Barresi
Joe Barresi
Mixing Engineer
Brian Rajaratnam
Brian Rajaratnam
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jun Murakawa
Jun Murakawa
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kelsey Porter
Kelsey Porter
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matt Tuggle
Matt Tuggle
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Rise, we're gonna need another witness just like you Surprise, your inadmissible testimony might be true You better pull the hood (get it off, get it off) You'll be lucky to tear the place down Then you're gone for good (set it off, set it off) Scorched earth is your favorite sacred ground Turn away if you know you wanna stay But you're never gonna like what's left of me When the carcass is down and the predator's around You're gonna play dead if you wanna run free You're such a tortured soul But I don't wanna hear about it You say you're not involved But all you do is talk about it Go bless this shit where you belong For your own information For your own entertainment This hell comes to you live And if you need some assistance A little time to convince it Dial in your sordid hive mind Crawl across the broken glass Of every window you're pressed against And scrawl, your little bits of hate Your little digital graffiti breaks So don't close your eyes (get it off, get it off) When you're pulling your messages down You wanna go to sleep? (Set it off, set it off) You'll be lucky if they take you without making a sound What a guy, God, I hope you fucking die And your sympathies don't mean shit to me When the competence goes and the predator knows You better be dead if you wanna be free You're such a tortured soul But I don't wanna hear about it You say you're not involved But all you do is talk about it One more thing And don't forget to burn For your own information For your own entertainment This hell comes to you live And if you need some assistance A little time to convince it Dial in this sordid Protect the hive mind Hold on, there's a river around you Swim hard for the other side Don't drown to spite your critics Just blow a kiss goodbye Hold on, there's a river around you Swim hard for the other side Don't drown to spite your critics Just blow a kiss goodbye Yeah Protect the hive Yeah Protect the-
Writer(s): James Root, Corey Taylor, Mickael Thomson, Alessandro Venturella, Michael Shawn Crahan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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