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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Lead Vocals
Chris Fehn
Chris Fehn
Percussion
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Percussion
Alessandro Venturella
Alessandro Venturella
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
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
Jeremy Lubsey
Jeremy Lubsey
Assistant Mastering 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

I know why Judas wept, motherfucker Yeah 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 Yeah I'll eat the skins of my brothers The alabaster bones will make a perfect wall Can I fill in 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 Yeah Can you feel the cold? Fortune never favors the old Tired of defending myself Go complain to somebody else, somebody else Yeah 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 heatheans, so you'll die like pagan gods In between the poison and the pure, contagions and the cure Nine for sure Nine for sure Nine for sure Nine for sure 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, bulletproof No one is bulletproof, bulletproof No one is bulletproof, bulletproof
Writer(s): Corey Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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