Slipknot – Birth Of The Cruel
I’m just a Judas, looking for a silver line
And tomorrow is still a step behind
Hey, hey, drama, I’d love to be a waste of your time
Oh no, thanks so much for wasting mine, so hear me out
Let’s hear it for the damaged
Who understands but the broken?
Developed in the arms of spite
I’m all fucked up, and I make it look good, adrenaline sight tonight
I’m overthrown
I’m over your throne
I’m over it
Sick, sickened, I’m sickening, I’m stricken by the fist
Blessed are the fires that have burned me
Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony
Death of the fool, birth of the cruel
Remember how you spent the best part of forever in a state of pure disease?
It was another thing altogether to forget that you brought out the worst in me
Hey, karma, you don’t feel like I do
You just wish you’d hate like I do
We are the bitter, the maladjusted and wise
Fighting off a generation too uptight
We’re all dressed up with nobody to kill
The rhetoric stops tonight
I’m overthrown
I’m over your throne
I’m over it
Sick, sickened, I’m sickening, I’m stricken by the fist
Blessed are the fires that have burned me
Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony
Death of the fool, birth of the, birth of the cruel, yeah
Now’s not the time for denying
Shifting the focus to scare
Let’s not forget we’re all guilty
All three dimensions polluted by earnest despair
I’m overthrown
I’m over your throne
I’m overthrown
I’m over your throne
I’m over it