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INTERPRÉTATION
Corey Taylor
Voix principales
Chris Fehn
Percussion
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Percussion
Alessandro Venturella
Basse
Jay Weinberg
Batterie
Craig Jones
Claviers
Mick Thomson
Guitare
Sid Wilson
Platines tourne‑disques
James Root
Guitare principale
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Corey Taylor
Paroles/Composition
James Root
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Slipknot
Production
Chris Claypool
Assistance d’ingénierie
Evin O'Cleary
Assistance d’ingénierie
Geoff Neal
Assistance d’ingénierie
Marcus Johnson
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jeremy Lubsey
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Dan Monti
Ingénierie de montage
Vlado Meller
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Joe Barresi
Ingénierie de mixage
Greg Fidelman
Production
Greg Gordon
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jim Monti
Ingénierie de prise de son
Sara Lyn Killion
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
I have this one
Yeah
Yeah
Rise
Half alive and stark-raving free and maligned
For encroaching on the purpose of this commercial-free interruption
Due to the prolific nature of this statement
Listener aggression is advised
It's strange, whenever I see a gun
I think about just how petty you are
And it blows my fucking mind
Yeah, it blows my fucking mind
These days, I never seem to get enough
I'm tired of this shit, I want to go home
Don't waste my fucking time
Don't waste my fucking time
Because anything exceptional gets crushed by common people
With jealousy and ignorance and all their common evils
This planet isn't special, collections made of clay
I'm waiting for the punishment, I know it's on my way
So cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Irreverence is my disease
It's secondhand, but you know me
The son of a bitch is on his knees
The last man standing gets no pity
Somewhere on a toilet wall, I read the words
"You form a line to formalize the former lies," and I finally saw the truth
Something so profound, and it was sitting there surrounded by
The garbage and the stains, another victim of the refuse
Now I've been saying this for years, but you don't comprehend it
I fight hell and I fight fear because I understand it
Androgyny and insults, you try so hard to be difficult
You wanna win the war? Know what you're fighting for
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Irreverence is my disease
It's secondhand, but you know me
The son of a bitch is on his knees
The last man standing gets no pity
With angel eyes and demon seeds
You're missing what you really need
When all is said and done, you see
The last man standing gets no pity
No pity
No pity
No pity
No pity
No pity
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Writer(s): James Root, Corey Taylor
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