35 Slipknot phrases for those who love classical metal music

Let them talk, let them scream, “they will never take us alive!”

Stapled inside an outside world and I’m tightly bound, bizarre but comfortable.

We don’t need to understand life but live it.

Bury all your secrets in my skin and leave me with my sins.

Go drill your deserts. Go dig your grave. Then stuff your mouth with all the money you’re going to save.

The air around me still feels like a cage and love is just a camouflage for what looks like anger again.

My heart is too dark to care. I cannot destroy what is not there.

There are cracks in the road we walked, but where the temple fell the secrets went crazy.

Catch me in all your nasty little uprisings. I have no time to waste, I just caught up with the herd.

Just look me in the eye and tell me I’m wrong. Now there is only emptiness.

She is everything to me, the unrequited dream, a song no one sings, the unattainable. She’s a myth I have to believe. All I need to make it real is one more reason and I don’t know what to do.

I won’t let it grow inside of me.

I didn’t come this far to fall this deep, I’m finally clinging to release.

I’m drunk in the gutter, snuggled in the dirt, and I use you like a rag, and yet I’m the only one hurting.

I waited for my time to pass. Now all I do is live with that fate.

I have to say what I have to say and then I swear I’m leaving. But I can’t promise you’ll like the noise!

Put me together or separate the skin from the bones. Leave me all to pieces.

I couldn’t face a life without your light, but it was all torn apart when you refused to fight.

Everything I have is insane.

You couldn’t hate enough to love. Should that be enough?

Then break yourself against my stones and spit your pity on my soul.

You never needed anyone’s help. You sold me out to save yourself and I won’t listen to your shame.

If you still care, don’t ever let me know.

We were never alive, and we will not be born again.

What a beautiful world! The horizon is coming like a hellish killing machine.

You killed the saint in me, how dare you martyr me? You killed the saint in me.

What if God didn’t care?

Don’t take it the wrong way. I’m tired of being right about everything I said.

Children are afraid of the gods.

I’m stuck in a metaphor. I do not want to sleep. I need to close the deal fast, pull myself together, and remember to explode again.

We are not the same. Old doesn’t mean dead. New doesn’t mean better.

I will not celebrate mediocrity. I will not worship empty figures. I will not listen to useless noises. I will not submit to pre-selected predictable choices.