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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Corey Taylor
Lead Vocals
Chris Fehn
Percussion
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Percussion
Alessandro Venturella
Bass Guitar
Jay Weinberg
Drums
Mick Thomson
Guitar
Craig Jones
Keyboards
Sid Wilson
Turntables
James Root
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slipknot
Producer
Chris Claypool
Assistant Engineer
Evin O'Cleary
Assistant Engineer
Geoff Neal
Assistant Engineer
Marcus Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Jeremy Lubsey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Dan Monti
Editing Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Joe Barresi
Mixing Engineer
Greg Fidelman
Producer
Greg Gordon
Recording Engineer
Jim Monti
Recording Engineer
Sara Lyn Killion
Recording Engineer
Songteksten
Let's skip all the histrionics
Not again, not another excuse
The epidemic is codependent
Biting off more than your mouth can chew
Don't forget to convalesce your secrets
I don't wanna be a man today
For all that you know, I'm the silver in the bullet
I am the trigger that will make you all obey
I'm gonna make you cry tonight
I'm gonna make you hate me
Inside all my flaws again, I can't let go
In spite of you, I'm lost again, I still don't know
Disguises show me, what am I if I am only?
The status quo is not a punishment, but now it feels like home
Your association finds you guilty
Starting with the end of the day
Black and white is such a fascist feeling
Right or wrong, and nothing to say
The last good bipeds cleaning up the fingerprints
Unappreciated medical fiends
Confiscate another classic inbred
Fuck it all, light the acetylene
No other choice, I can't explain
Life keeps taking things away
Inside all my flaws again, I can't let go
In spite of you, I'm lost again, I still don't know
Disguises show me, what am I if I am only?
The status quo is not a punishment, but now it feels like home
"The tough guys, who came to kill but stayed to rape and ravage"
The future's here, I'm past my prime
When the evidence came, I committed the crime
Can you stand on your faith with your feet on the Bible?
Who could ask for a better disciple?
What's the point? I'm not sure I can
I'll never dig another grave, I'm afraid of what I'll find
If it hurts, then you're too old
I'll take your shit and give you fucking gold
I'm gonna make you cry tonight
I need you to hate me
Inside all my flaws again, I can't let go
In spite of you, I'm lost again, I still don't know
Disguises show me, what am I if I am only?
The status quo is not a punishment, but now it feels like home
But now it feels like home
Writer(s): Corey Taylor
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