New York!
One, two, three, no
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Maze, psychopathic daze, I create this waste
Back away from tangents, on the verge of drastic ways
Can't escape this place, I deny your face
Sweat gets in my eyes, I think I'm slowly dying
Put me in a homemade cellar
Put me in a hole for shelter
Someone hear me please, all I see is hate
I can hardly breathe and I can hardly take it
Hands on my face overbearing I can't get out
Hands on my face overbearing I can't
Lost, run at my own cost, hearing laughter, scoffed
Learning from the rush, detached from such and such
Bleak, all around me, weak listening, incomplete
I am not a dog, but I'm the one you're dogging
I am in a buried kennel
I have never felt so final
Someone find me please, losing all reserve
I'm fucking gone, I think I'm fucking dying
Hands on my face overbearing I can't get out
Hands on my face overbearing I can't
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something in you I despise
Cut me, show me, enter
I am willing and able and never any danger to myself
Knowledge in my pain, knowledge in my pain
Or was my tolerance a phase?
Empathy, out of my way
I can't die
I can't die
I can't die
I can't die
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something in you I despise
Despise
Despise
Purity
Purity
Purity
Purity
Purity
Purity
Purity
Have you ever seen God?
Have you ever seen God?
Have you ever seen God?
You still alive out there my friends? Come on get it out of your fucking system, make some fucking noise. Crazy ass sons of bitches man, Jesus Christ. I tell you what. For a long time we been comin' here man, and I mean a long time from back in the day. I'm talkin' 1999 when the first fucking album came out. I can remember playing places like the fucking Irving Plaza, I can remember playing places like the fucking Limelights man, I can remember all those fuckin' places. I gotta be honest, you guys have been with us since day one, so we thank you so fucking much for that ah. I've always said you have to be a little fucking different to be a fan of Slipknot, and I can see a lot of different motherfuckers out here. 'Cause a lot of people in this fucking industry that never wanted to see this band go as far as it has, and tonight we are headlining fucking Madison Square Garden. So you know what? You know what? All of those motherfuckers can suck up on my fucking dick tonight. We got a song that we'd like to dedicate to all those fake ass plastic poser motherfuckers. This is a song off the fucking Iowa album, I'm not even gonna tell you what the fuck it is. I'm just gonna let you fuckin' lose your mind, here we go