Slipknot Lyric Book

The Opium Of The People

Watch those idiosyncrasies 
Watch all the idiots fall on me 
Running out of ways to get outta the way 
Take another shot just to stay the same 
But I need some balance - Back it off 
Fill your lungs 'til it makes you cough 
Tell me everything's gonna be alright 
'Cause I don't think I'll make it through tonight 

The only way - Is all the way 

Oh - my - God 
It's judgement day and I'm not prepared 
Everybody out there's running scared 
So - Take a little bit off the top 
I don't care, just make it stop 

I won't give another soul... to you 
I won't give another life... to you 
You have to stop 
Stop! 

Do one thing and say something cryptic 
But the styles always clash 
One thing I know for sure 
The hypothetical won't work anymore 
One wrong move and they will pound! 
My nails are tight inside my wrists 
This sacrament is sacrilege and sentimental 
Deity experimental - Faith is accidental 

I won't give another soul... to you 
I won't give another life... to you 
I won't give another thought... to you 
I won't give anymore of my hope... to you