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Slipknot
Slipknot


Background information
Origin Des Moines, Iowa, USA
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Nu Metal
Alternative Metal
Years active 1995—present
Label(s) Roadrunner Records
Nuclear Blast
Associated acts Stone Sour
Murderdolls
To My Surprise
DJ Starscream
Dirty Little Rabbits
Painface
Junk Beer Kidnap Band
Unida
Website Website
Members
Sid Wilson
Joey Jordison
Chris Fehn
Jim Root
Craig "133" Jones
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Mick Thomson
Corey Taylor
Former members
Paul Gray
Donnie Steele
Anders Colsefini
Greg "Cuddles" Welts
Josh "Gnar" Brainard



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Slipknot Album


Mate.Feed.Kill.Repeat. (10/31/1996)
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Dogfish Rising (hidden track)
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Gently, my mind escapes into the relaxing
world of pleasure, a pleasure that'll take 
my mind off the reality of my life, 
my past life... life as I know it now. 

And whatever may come, it slowly 
disappears to somewhere in the back 
of my mind. It will remain there,
until I wish to retrieve it. 

Yes, I will stay here for a while, 
for I need the break. A break from the
pressures of life, and everything 
that lays in the palm of life's hands. 

This mode is incredible. It's out of 
this world. Too bad I must always leave it... 
... but that's life.

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The system has failed and you have failed with it 
No time to care, just time to say "Who gives a shit?" 
My mind boils as I've decided I'm through 
Fuck your position in life. I'm taking vengence on you 

I break down the walls of the political arena 
Cast the vote on FN-FAL, yeah, we'll be seein' ya! 
(protect yourself) 

I want to put a cap right in your asshole 
You step to this, you're gonna pass 
for a lump of dogshit in the grass 
So, be on your way and get some class 

Bitchslap 

Chop down the big-wigs, shoot the telelvisions, too 
My mind boils in life as I've decided I'm through 
The guilty of crimes will be hung from the trees 
Spit and punches arise from you and me 

Sit back and do nothing if that's what you want to do 
I will have my reign as king, when I take vengence on you

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Pain. Made to order. 
Pain. 

Sittin', slappen, scatt'n on my back, try'n to relax 
Think'n about the facts of the crack runnin' through the pack 
Division in thought about the war to be fought 
For tryin' to mend the ranks, still I get no thanks 
They say they mean no disrespect, but dis' is in effect 
I take to heart the part I play everyday 
Uninformed is one thing, stupid is another 
Keep runnin' your mouth, but don't call me brother 

I'm try'n to find someone on my side 
'cause bang'n heads all the time starts to grind at my gear and at my will 
But persistent I am still 
So when one insubordinate fucker tries to test me 
Blow to the head, then an entrail rend 
Guts on the floor, but you want more 
Show you the strength of the tenth rank 
Pain is the only way to teach kids these days 

Opened your eyes. Now realized. 
Talk back to me. Your punk-ass dies. 

Only one of us walks away 

I'm all you know. Where will you go. 
Valhalla is gone. Along with your soul. 

Only one of us walks away

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Tattered and Torn 
That's where my soul is worn 
Tattered and Torn 
That's when I was born 
Tattered and Torn 
I broke away from me 
Tattered and Torn 
I knocked me to my knees 
Tattered and Torn 
I drink my own cells 
Tattered and Torn 
A decomposing well 
Tattered and Torn 
Roaches in my head 
Tattered and Torn 
I become the living dead 
Tattered and Torn 
Tearing myself apart from the 
things that make me hurt

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I know you don't want to see. I know you're not part of me 
But you wonder just the same. So I'll let you in on this game 
What's on the top is just the beginning of the protectorate that keeps Gaia
spinning 
It never ends, and with the gifts Luna sends, to the apocalypse 
on we defend for the right to live in a perfect world 
For our past mistakes, extinction we are hurled 
Trying to make amends for the Impergium, as Weaver and the Wyld and a bitch
called the Wyrm 

(You don't want to know) 
All the power of the Wyld that runs through me, yet the reason why is an answer
that eludes me 

(You don't want to see) 
Our viewpoint on what mankind is doing, that black inside when frenzy is
brewing 

(You don't want to feel) 
The sorrow that my heart holds in knowing just where my hopes and dreams are
going 

(I won't let you be) 
Caught up in a war that you are not part of. I sign this letter Your Father,
With Love. 

I'm trying to set my mind free. I'm sorry you never knew me. 
My soul is in recession. Painful to make this confession.

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Some feel I don't exist 
Never believing in what they see 
Some feel that I am not fair 
I leave no time for repentance 

Tearing the vail Mending the vail 
Tearing the vail 

Some feel I bare the mark of man 
A misguided philosophy 
Some feel I kill for fun 
I kill for life! 

I can't escape what Gaia's left for me / No more 
I can't deny the lack of morality / No less 
Need time to think need time to think 
Need to spill blood so I can drink 
Take whay they give take what they give 
Some feel I'm dead yet still I live 

They don't know I'm immortal 
They don't know they're just cattle 
They don't know I'm eternal 

Eternal

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Cycle of life and death supposedly 
goes 'round and 'round yet it stops with me 
Glorious hunter of my faith I have sinned 
Killers are quiet like the the breath of the wind 

Filling the shadows with forms of my own 
Raised by kindred of Get I was born 
Abomination world in disarray 
Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae 

Reflection beckons a portal shard 
Spiritual quest I must stay in guard 
Stepping sideways betweens worlds I shift 
Killers are quiet when they are born with the gift 

Beautiful Anguish cast out by my race 
Now one that's Ageless I save my own face 
I write my own laws with Death I break bread 
Killers are quiet when they come from my head

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There's a dog loose in the wood.
Dogfish Rising.
It's good for gnawing.
Right wing Interlude.
In the 1990's ?
Thats got a nice groove to it there.
I saw a human hand.
Windmills like two.
Something in my left.
Screaming to fullfill.
Postniff scruchies?
Dogfish Rising..
Burn em' for thier nipples.
another rubber Rolex.
So skinny I knows.
Rookie, Lurks.
Battery powered power tool.
God spoke to me.
Dogfish rising.
Blistering cabbage.
That dogfish is dead.
We need this band.
Crusty fuzzy nuts-bye

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