Slipknot - The End, So Far Lyrics
Adderall
Shallow graves and deepest fears
No one tells me why I'm here
Leather straps on stapled eyes
Gotta scream to cut your ties
Can't subtract from Adderall
Pull you in before you fall
Not as sweet as it appears
Someone tell me why I'm here
Ooh, you know I'm gone
Ooh, you go, I'm onto you now
All they want is your control
For the Bible scares me so
Smell the ones who came here last
Must've lost the game too fast
We don't read between the lines
Cut too deep to see the signs
Watch me as my blood runs cold
Now your Bible can take hold
Ooh, you know I'm gone
Ooh, you go, I'm onto you now
Ooh, you know I'm gone
Ooh, you go, I'm onto you now, I'm onto you
(Which side do I want to be?)
(This side's got a hold on me)
(Don't try this home for me now)
(Slide away, thoughts and prayers, the easy way)
(Slide away, thoughts and prayers, the easy way)
Ooh, you know, I'm onto you now
Ooh, you go, I'm onto you now
Writer: Alessandro Venturella, Corey Taylor, Shawn Crahan, Craig Jones, Mick Thomson, Greg Fidelman, Jim Root, Jay Weinberg, Sid Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Dying Song (Time To Sing)
Put your hands into the water
Let your mouth go sick and dry
Put your life into your death now
Let them sing until you die
Die, die, die, yeah
Radical rather than rhetorical
Babble like an oracle
Why am I always in your debt?
Father and the son and the holy ghost
Communist comatose
Show me all the wagers are a bet
The middle of a nuclear winter
Is a modern achievement of the retro apocalyptic horde
Satan? You must be mistaken
There are no more Satans
Only the bosses on the board
Forget, deny, ignore, nice try, it's you
Regret, rely, remorse inside of you
Yeah
Maybe you've been down too long
Maybe you've been down too long
The heart begins to suffer
When the soul has given up
And the flesh is barely more than bone
When no one else is listening
Only when you've had enough
Time to sing this dying song alone
Put your hands into the water
Let your mouth go sick and dry
Put your life into your death now
Let them sing until you die
Die, die, die, yeah
Maybe you've been down too long
Maybe you've been down too long
Think hard, you bastards
You're gonna tell me why
If I don't get an answer
You're gonna sing and die
Think hard, you bastards
You're gonna tell me why
If I don't get an answer
You're gonna sing and die
The heart begins to suffer
When the soul has given up
And the flesh is barely more than bone
When no one else is listening
Only when you've had enough
Time to sing this dying song alone
Put your hands into the water
Let your mouth go sick and dry
Put your life into your death now
Let them sing until you die
Put your hands into the water
Let your mouth go sick and dry
Put your life into your death now
Let them sing until you die
Writer: Corey Taylor, Jim Root, Mick Thomson, Shawn Crahan, Craig Jones, Sid Wilson, Jay Weinberg, Alessandro Venturella, Michael Pfaff
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Chapeltown Rag
Read all about it if you want to know
Read all about what they want you to know
Everything is God online, and it's as evil as it gets
This is not a f*ckin' trick, either follow or repent (no choice)
Get infected by a vertical event
Check the meter, check your watch
Are they ever gonna stop?
Runnin' out of daylight, nighttime's better
But we know how to handle the truth, motherf*cker
Scandalous know-it-all, feedback chamber
Nobody wants the proof, they want a number
We don't deny what is wrong with our lives
We can't decide what is left of our right to silence our remains
Buried in the back and I'm sick and alive
Hollow as a breath, the further you dive
Oh, how I missed your honesty
You never miss with your intensity
You're gonna need a new disguise
Vessels burst, veins release
Just slide into the nearest lie
(One, two, oh my God)
All the ligatures are getting tight, like a style
Murder another mouth before the trial
Scalpel and then you scalp 'em to f*cking death
Kills for the other vampires and surrogates
It's a ploy for attention and evidence
All your f*cking monsters are flaws in your common sense
Do the dance while the shovels are breaking dirt
Everybody mind your f*ckin' business or you get hurt
We don't deny what is wrong with our lives
We can't decide what is left of our right to silence our remains
Buried in the back and I'm sick and alive
Hollow as a breath, the further you dive
Oh, how I missed your namaste
You never miss with your integrity
You're gonna need a new disguise
Vessels burst, veins release
Just slide into the nearest lie
Read all about it if you want to know
(Everything is God online)
Read all about it if you want to know
(Everything is God online)
Read all about it if you want to know
Stoned like a beast on a chain lookin' dead
Feelin' strange, what the f*ck
I'm material to sew into the stains
Like a catalog of pain, like a martyr in restraints
I can kill with a will, and it's stronger every day
I'm a knife, I'm a gun, I'm a slit, I'm a scar
I'm a scream, I'm a death, I'm a threat, I'm afraid
That you will never understand I'm not the same
You better call the triple 9, I want a face
That you can only recognize
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid
When everything is God online, nothing is
When everything is God online, nothing is
Writer: Corey Taylor, Craig Jones, Sid Wilson, Jim Root, Mick Thomson, Shawn Crahan, Alessandro Venturella, Jay Weinberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Yen
You're the sin that I've been waiting for
The hands around my throat
It's all I can think about
The smell of sweat and blood
I would feed you all my pleasures
Just to drown in all of yours
Have you heard of me? Are you hurting me?
Let me savor what I'm waiting for
A chance to make me choke
You're all I can think about
The taste is red and rust
Can I hold you in my mouth
Until I fade into this form?
Can you cover me? Will you breathe for me?
As the knife goes in, cut across my skin
When my death begins
I wanna know that I was dying for you
I died for you
As the knife goes in, cut across my skin
When my death begins
I wanna know that I was dying for you
I died for you
I don't know what has happened yet
A surge of panicked zeal
Worry when it's not effect
This game is fine by me
All the words for retribution
Only add up to revenge
Overpower me, devour me
As the knife goes in, cut across my skin
When my death begins
I wanna know that I was dying for you
I died for you
As the knife goes in, cut across my skin
When my death begins
I wanna know that I was dying for you
I died for you
Show me all the deaths are the same
Show me you'll remember my name
Show me all the deaths are the same
You will remember my name
I wish this pain could last forever, forever
I wish this kill could make me suffer for good
As the knife goes in, cut across my skin
When my death begins
I wanna know that I was dying for you
I died for you
As the knife goes in, cut across my skin
When my death begins
I know that I had died for you
I'll die for you
Writer: Corey Taylor, Michael Shawn Crahan, Michael Thomson, Craig Jones, Sidney Wilson, Jim Root, Alessandro Venturella, Jay Weinberg, Michael Pfaff
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Hive Mind
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 gotta 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 the 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
Don't 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 f*ckin die and your sympathies don't mean a shit to me
When the confidence 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 the 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: Alessandro Venturella, Corey Taylor, Shawn Crahan, Craig Jones, Mick Thomson, Greg Fidelman, Jim Root, Jay Weinberg, Sid Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Warranty
Isn't this what you came here for?
Isn't this what you came here for?
Isn't this what you came here for?
Isn't this what you came here for?
Blah, blah, blah I don't wanna hear shit
Medicals and miracles and all the obits
We stay all day and leave all night
Tell it like it is because we know it ain't right, they're
Paid off, catch a tiger by- the total price of all the penalties
Let's go, don't you wanna see another model just like you?
Too smart but you can't imagine (too much time in the old abandoned)
My advice (now don't think twice)
You always buy brand new
Too smart but you can't imagine (too much time in the old abandoned)
My advice (now don't think twice)
You always buy brand new
Gangs start shooting and the parents aren't gonna be the answer
To the overwhelming ordinary
Pick a vision and just follow the clues
We don't need the conversation we just confuse the
Breakdown, don't adjust your set, now careful
There's no feedback guarantees
Why now? It always seems to be another job you can't get through
Too smart but you can't imagine (too much time in the old abandoned)
My advice (now don't think twice)
You always buy brand new
Too smart but you can't imagine (too much time in the old abandoned)
My advice (now don't think twice)
You always buy brand new
Your warranty is not a guarantee to me
Your innocence is just a pittance and naive
Contrive the controversy, sinister and plain
Upgrade the system 'til the virus can be sane
Got it all back but I blew it on the trade-in
Isn't this what you came here for?
Got it all back but I blew it on the trade-in
Isn't this what you came here for?
Got it all back but I blew it on the trade-in
Isn't this what you came here for?
Got it all back but I blew it on the trade-in
Isn't this what you came here for?
Too smart but you can't imagine (too much time in the old abandoned)
My advice (now don't think twice)
You always buy brand new
Too smart but you can't imagine (too much time in the old abandoned)
My advice (now don't think twice)
You always buy brand new
Haha (haha, haha, haha, haha)
Writer: Alessandro Venturella, Corey Taylor, Shawn Crahan, Craig Jones, Mick Thomson, Greg Fidelman, Jim Root, Jay Weinberg, Sid Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Medicine for the Dead
What happens in the dark feels the way the blackout never does
Turning the gears, sharpen the blades of sheer terror, these fevered ones
Tell me the secret things, show me the bloody kings
Let's play a game where the winners always lose their heads
Time screams by, life is mine
Time screams by, life is-
Your condition is a symptom
We'll have to give you medicine for the dead (drink me)
Your condition is a symptom
We'll have to give you medicine for the dead (drink me)
Before it could begin the shooting stopped, the silence always comes
Now where do we go? Because you're walking the streets
It's no better (there's something wrong)
Pull at your privacy, a product of lunacy
Don't be surprised when the losers want to win the day again
Time screams by, life is mine
Time screams by, life is-
Your condition is a symptom we'll have to give you
Medicine for the dead (drink me)
Your condition is a symptom we'll have to give you
Medicine for the dead
Where does it end and tell me where does it go?
If evil exists, then only evil can know
When do we run and are they letting us in?
Where does it end and tell me where to begin?
Your condition is a symptom
We'll have to give you medicine for the dead (drink me)
Your condition is a symptom
We'll have to give you medicine for the dead (medicine for the dead)
Your condition is a symptom
We'll have to give you medicine for the dead (drink me)
Your condition is a symptom
We'll have to give you medicine for the dead (you'll have to drink me)
Writer: Alessandro Venturella, Corey Taylor, Shawn Crahan, Craig Jones, Mick Thomson, Greg Fidelman, Jim Root, Jay Weinberg, Sid Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Acidic
I'm livin' in a dead man's shoes
Stolen coat, not much hope with these cardiac blues
And I keep forgetting I'm not a god like you
Trivialize a mirror image alive, I won't trouble you, I'm just double
But now, now, now, now, now
(We don't have to leave it alone)
(We don't even have to be alone)
(We just have to think we're alone)
(So everybody leaves us alone)
I don't serve my time, 'cause time don't tell
The grimace behind me, I'm always aligned with my selves
(Come and lead me on)
(Come and see me on)
(Come and feed me on)
(The shit we all be on)
I'm not a god like you
I'm not a god like you, yeah
I'm runnin' in a dead man's shoes
Sacrilege and broken cartilage
I'm beaten and bruised
And I keep forgetting to forget
(The back is always front)
(The way is always shut)
(The one is always two)
I'm not a god
(The back is always front)
(The way is always shut)
(The one is always two)
I'm not a god like you
I'm livin' in a dead man's shoes
I'm livin' in a dead man's shoes
Writer: Alessandro Venturella, Corey Taylor, Shawn Crahan, Craig Jones, Mick Thomson, Greg Fidelman, Jim Root, Jay Weinberg, Sid Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Heirloom
When the beating hearts make the beating start
It means they've found you out
Nothing hurts you more until you can't ignore
It's something to cry about
Now before you know it, the scars begin to show it
No place where you feel safe
So much for getting better
It's just a matter of when to run away
A moment never lasts that long
A moment never lasts so long right now
No matter how the past has gone
You'll always have the past along for a lifetime now
But you can't run to ground
Oh, you can't run to ground
When the hurting stops and the voices drop
It means the guilt kicks in
They say they didn't mean it
They say they're gonna fix it
When they yell it means they care (are you getting it?)
Staring daggers, pressing kisses, hiding bruises
When exactly does this feel like love?
Now the question begs, when you're the one who hates
What in the hell are you passing on?
A moment never lasts that long
A moment never lasts so long right now
No matter how the past has gone
You'll always have the past along to last a lifetime now
But you can't run to ground
Oh, you can't run to ground
A moment never lasts that long
A moment never lasts so long right now
No matter how the past has gone
You'll always have to pass a lifetime now
A moment never lasts that long
A moment never lasts so long right now
No matter how the past has gone
You'll always have the past along to last a lifetime now
Writer: Alessandro Venturella, Corey Taylor, Shawn Crahan, Craig Jones, Mick Thomson, Greg Fidelman, Jim Root, Jay Weinberg, Sid Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
H377
One of us knows who hates me
One of us loves it
One of us knows who hates me
One of us loves it
And I know it's you
Ain't nobody gonna cut me, corrupt me, instruct me
Consequently, condition your interruption to disrupt me
What's the matter with my image, the balance or the presence?
Older and still blown out, follow me, I know where we're going now
Pentagrams, penitentiaries, I've been here for centuries
I'm a product of the system, the price you can't resist
F*ck, I bless where I spit, cross the ground, get over it
Massacred disaster is the perfect one we need today
I know the reaper is a liar
And I still don't care
Because I know it's you
One of us knows who hates me
One of us loves it
I know it's
Slaughter, slaughter it can happen to a father, father you see
Everybody has a weakness, reveal yourself, I'll eat the pieces
Don't be judging me, I know the dues I know the fees
I know the rules I know you cheat, we never need to brandish heat
Psychos, cycles, madness comes around, around, around, around
Tyrants, tirades, love to swing the hammer, bring the hammer down
Famous and infamous, no way of knowing I'm obsessed with this shit
I just wanna get what's coming to me
I know the reaper is a liar
And I still don't care
Because I know it's you
One of us knows who hates me
One of us loves it
Because I know it's you
One of us knows who hates me
One of us loves it
Because I know it's you
I was a sign, the sign was in the eyes
The eyes were in the skull, the skull was in the wall
The wall was in my head, my head was in the ground
The ground was all decayed, the rotting had a name
The name was a sign, f*ck you
One of us knows who hates me
One of us loves it
One of us knows who hates me
One of us loves it
I know the mystery is the fire
I wish it wasn't true
I know the f*ckin reaper is a liar
And I still don't care
Because I know it's you
One of us knows who hates me
One of us loves it
Because I know it's you
One of us knows who hates me
One of us loves it
I f*cking know it's you
One of us knows who hates me
One of us loves it
I f*cking know it's you
One of us knows who hates me
One of us loves it
Because I know it's you
Writer: Alessandro Venturella, Corey Taylor, Shawn Crahan, Craig Jones, Mick Thomson, Greg Fidelman, Jim Root, Jay Weinberg, Sid Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
De Sade
I feel it now, a new restraint
A fool is only he who fools again, again, again, again
I needed all the pain you saved
To wash across my face like time began, began, began, began
Everybody lies when they say forever
No one else will understand
Pull the stitches tight until we sever
Break me in your open hands
Please forget me not
I need your simple pleasures to be God
And please, my sweet De Sade
Just eat my heart and twist me into knots
I know I never had a chance, a chance
Oh, I know I'm wretched and I stand, stand
Seeking all the things you have
If I die with you it's worth the life, life, life, life
I was just a nothing wanting something
Only you will only do
Everything and more, it comes to nothing
If it doesn't come with you
Please forget me not
I need your simple pleasures to be God
And please, my sweet De Sade
Just eat my heart and twist me into knots
Something dominating nothing
Nothing animated, something used
Fill me, wait a minute, kill me
Feel me, I am in a mood abuse
Carve, carve, carve, I am starve, starve, starved
For the warmth of your will
And the edge of your purest thrill
De Sade, De Sade, De Sade, De Sade
De Sade, De Sade, De Sade, De Sade
Writer: Alessandro Venturella, Corey Taylor, Shawn Crahan, Craig Jones, Mick Thomson, Greg Fidelman, Jim Root, Jay Weinberg, Sid Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Finale
I know it's a shame but I gotta stay because I like it here
I know it's the same, it happens every day but I like it here
I know it's a shame but I gotta stay because I like it here
I know it's the same, it happens every day but I like it here
I like it here
The sentiment, the sad things, the punishment, the bad things
The cellular, the solenoid, the outer reach, the inner void
I keep repeating older answers, the questions are all brand new
Does the room seem smaller these days? Does the road seem long to you?
The accidents, the bitter pills, the populace, the stronger wills
The innocence, the common sense, the rare occasions exist
I know it's a shame but I gotta stay because I like it here
I know it's the same, it happens every day but I like it here
I know it's a shame but I gotta stay because I like it here
I know it's the same, it happens every day but I like it here
The harder work, the darker thoughts, the ultimatums, the tangled knots
The long depressions, the shorter fuse, denominator is you
Everybody has a cross to bear
I'll nail you up on mine
Couldn't tell you, don't know where to begin
Won't crumble not this time
I know it's a shame but I gotta stay because I like it here
I know it's the same, it happens every day but I like it here
I know it's a shame but I gotta stay because I like it here
I know it's the same, it happens every day but I like it here
I like it here
Writer: Alessandro Venturella, Corey Taylor, Shawn Crahan, Craig Jones, Mick Thomson, Greg Fidelman, Jim Root, Jay Weinberg, Sid Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.