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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Lead Vocals
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Percussion
Chris Fehn
Chris Fehn
Percussion
Venturella Alessandro
Venturella Alessandro
Bass Guitar
Jay Weinberg
Jay Weinberg
Drums
Craig Jones
Craig Jones
Keyboards
Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
Rhythm Guitar
Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
Turntables
James Root
James Root
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Songwriter
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Songwriter
James Root
James Root
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bo Bodnar
Bo Bodnar
Assistant Engineer
Chaz Sexton
Chaz Sexton
Assistant Engineer
Greg Gordon
Greg Gordon
Additional Engineer
Jun Murakawa
Jun Murakawa
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dan Monti
Dan Monti
Editing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Joe Barresi
Joe Barresi
Mixing Engineer
Paul Fig
Paul Fig
Recording Engineer
Sara Lyn Killion
Sara Lyn Killion
Recording Engineer
Slipknot
Slipknot
Producer
Greg Fedelman
Greg Fedelman
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What a world, the horizon
It's coming like a hell-bent killing machine
Can't afford to be the goddamn wreckage
Burn it all again at a million degrees
Calling all the adamant upper-level
Undefeated counterfeit cunts with a reason to fear
Throw away all the meaningless shit that's clinging
The enemy is here
[Verse 2]
I said stop, give it to three
I'm gonna show you how to do it if you know what I mean
One by one against, give me the name
All you shiny pretty never-wills ruined the game
You hold all the keys, so the chains shouldn't hold you
I know you heard me, I fucking told you!
[Verse 3]
Old does not mean dead
New does not mean best
No hard feelings
I'm tired of being right
About everything I've said
Yours does not mean mine
Kill does not mean die
We are not your kind
No excuses
I challenge you to all out fucking life
[Verse 4]
Drop that shit and put it on a pedestal
Children are afraid of the gods
Raise your hands and show me what's impossible
That makes us even, never tell me the odds
What a bore, getting stuck in a metaphor
I don't want to go to sleep
I need a breakdown quick in negotiations
Get it all together and remember to seethe
[Verse 5]
Stop, give it to three
I'm gonna show you how to do it if you know what I mean
Drive-by violence, more of the same
I can see where you're going and I'm really ashamed
Do you think when you act, or just act like you're thinking?
I gotta know now, you better tell me
[Verse 6]
Old does not mean dead
New does not mean best
No hard feelings
I'm tired of being right
About everything I've said
Yours does not mean mine
Kill does not mean die
We are not your kind
I challenge you to all out life
[Verse 7]
We are gathered here today to get it right
Repeat after me
I will not celebrate mediocrity
I will not worship empty shells
I will not listen to worthless noises
I will not subject myself to selected, predictable choices
My time, my attention
My quality should not be bought and sold
For convenience's sake, ever!
[Verse 8]
We are not your kind
We are not your kind
We are not your kind
We are not your kind
We are not your kind
We are not your kind
We are not your kind
We are not your kind
[Verse 9]
Old does not mean dead (Dead!)
New does not mean best (Best!)
No hard feelings
I'm tired of being right
About everything I've said
Yours does not mean mine (Mine!)
Kill does not mean die (Die!)
Pay attention
It's gonna be a while till I really feel alright
[Verse 10]
Old does not mean dead (Dead!)
New does not mean best (Best!)
No hard feelings
I'm tired of being right
About everything I've said
Yours does not mean mine (Mine!)
Kill does not mean die (Die!)
We are not your kind
No excuses
I challenge you to all out fucking life
[Verse 11]
All out life
Yeah
I challenge you to all out fucking life
Yeah
Live, live, live, life!
Written by: Shawn Crahan, Craig Jones, Jim Root, Corey Taylor, Mick Thomson, Alessandro Venturella, Jay Weinberg, Sid Wilson
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