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Hymn for the Weekend

de Slipknot

I know why Judas wept, motherfucker!

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!

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 granted for everything
What more could you ask for?
And does it matter anymore?
No one is bulletproof!

Can you feel the cold?
Fortune never favors the old
Tired of defending myself!
Go complain to somebody else, somebody else!

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 heathens, so you'll die like pagan gods!
In between the poisons 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!

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