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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Lead Vocals
Chris Fehn
Chris Fehn
Percussion
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Percussion
Venturella Alessandro
Venturella Alessandro
Bass Guitar
Jay Weinberg
Jay Weinberg
Drums
Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
Guitar
Craig Jones
Craig Jones
Keyboards
Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
Turntables
James Root
James Root
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slipknot
Slipknot
Producer
Jeremy Lubsey
Jeremy Lubsey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chris Claypool
Chris Claypool
Assistant Engineer
Evin O'Cleary
Evin O'Cleary
Assistant Engineer
Geoff Neal
Geoff Neal
Assistant Engineer
Marcus Johnson
Marcus Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Dan Monti
Dan Monti
Editing Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Joe Barresi
Joe Barresi
Mixing Engineer
Greg Fidelman
Greg Fidelman
Producer
Greg Gordon
Greg Gordon
Recording Engineer
Jim Monti
Jim Monti
Recording Engineer
Sara Lyn Killion
Sara Lyn Killion
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I Know Why Judas Wept, Motherfucker
[Verse 2]
The fires burn on the summit, shining a light on the ones I've killed
Survivor's Guilt, undetermined- I could murder the world in all the blood I've spilled
Banishment/Sequestered and Conquered
To hell with your intelligence/Just figure out your common sense
NO ONE IS BULLETPROOF
[Verse 3]
I will eat the skins of my brothers- the alabaster bones will make a perfect wall
Can I fill the cracks of these feelings
With every terrible piece or maybe nothing at all?
Selfishness/Take credit for everything
What more could you ask for? And does it matter anymore?
NO ONE IS BULLETPROOF
[Verse 4]
Can you feel the cold? Fortune never favors the Old
Tired of defending myself/Go complain to somebody else… somebody else
[Verse 5]
The monsters in your madness are the voices in your head
They're scratching at your windows as you hide beneath the bed
You live like fucking heathens so you'll die like pagan gods
In between the poisons and the pure
Contagions and the cure
NINE- FOR- SURE
[Verse 6]
I got a bone that's dead inside of me
It's a rotting sick that I don't need
Feel free to vent your denigration
I can't believe I'm saying this
I'll live with my regrets. I'll die by my decisions
I'm not your fucking superstar
Keep it close- you're going way too far
NO ONE IS BULLETPROOF
Written by: Corey Taylor
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