Iowa

Zero and zero is nothing but zero Cancer and people conspire together Running and running and going forever Collected and sampled, starving for zero Come see my cage Built in my grain Minus the inside and minus the circle Inhabit the riddle and fill

Gone - i couldn't murder your promise Right before my eyes The revolutions of my psychosis Kept me outta the way Once - inside - all i hold is ash... Fail - suppressing every feeling I'm in so much pain I have every fuckin' right to hate you I can't

"Disasterpiece" I wanna slit your throat and fuck the wound I wanna push my face in and feel the swoon I wanna dig inside, find a little bit of me Cuz the line gets crossed when you don't come clean My wormwood meets your pesticide You'll never

Iowa - Carrie Elkin I've never had a way with women But the hills of Iowa make me wish that I could And I've never found a way to say I love you But if the chance came by, oh I, I would But way back where I come from we never mean to bother We don't

produced by ross robinson & slipknot mixed by terry date written by slipknot im in conniptions for the final act you came here for the one derivative you manage is the one i abhor i need a minute to elaborate for everyone the everyday bullshit things

slipknot - the heretic anthem 8...7...6...6...6...5...4...3...2...1.. ahh................ i'm a pop star threat and i'm not dead yet got a super dred bet with an angel drug head like a dead beat winner, i want to be a sinner an idolized bang for the

i've known faces that have disappeared in time find me wraped in glass and slowly soaked in lime all my friends have pictures meant to make you cry i've seen this and wondered what i've done to calcify (i ignore you) as i close my eyes, i feel it all

People = shit Here we go again, motherfucker Come on down, see the idiot right here Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care What's the matter with calamity anyway? Right, get the fuck outta my face Understand that I can't feel anything Isn't like I

I only knew you from Three months of tour, and a cellular phone We talked of the midwest And i learned all of that you left behind Oh and the loss runs deep Your father and a friend are rug-pulled from your feet But i'll try and give you a place To l