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Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Corey Taylor
Voz principal
Chris Fehn
Percusión
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Percusión
Venturella Alessandro
Bajo
Jay Weinberg
Batería
Mick Thomson
Guitarra
Craig Jones
Teclados
Sid Wilson
Tocadiscos
James Root
Guitarra principal
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Corey Taylor
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Slipknot
Producción
Chris Claypool
Asistente de ingeniería
Evin O'Cleary
Asistente de ingeniería
Geoff Neal
Asistente de ingeniería
Marcus Johnson
Asistente de ingeniería
Jeremy Lubsey
Asistente de ingeniería de masterización
Dan Monti
Ingeniería de edición
Vlado Meller
Masterización
Joe Barresi
Ingeniería de mezcla
Greg Fidelman
Producción
Greg Gordon
Ingeniería de grabación
Jim Monti
Ingeniería de grabación
Sara Lyn Killion
Ingeniería de grabación
Letra
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 want to be a man today
For all 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 its 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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