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