The Blister Exists (Live At Download Festival 2009) - Slipknot

Jesus seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fradgile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press Her temples in my chest Enter the night that she came home Forever Oh (she's the only one that makes me soar) She is everytihng and more The solemn hypnotic My doll you're bathed in posession She is home to me I get neverous, perversed when i see her to worse But the stress is astounding It's now or never she's coming home Forever Oh (she's the only one that makes me soar) Hard to say waht caught my attention Vixen crazy, athen attraction Call my name in my face, to recognize Such a fair amount called, to terrorize I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me (Yeah!) I'm a slave, and i am a master No restraints and, unchecked collectors I exist throught my name, to self ablige There is something in me, the darkness finds I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me She isn't real! I can't make her real! She isn't real! I can't make her real! (She isn't real, i can't make her real) (She isn't real, i can't make her real)

I did my time, and I want out! So abusive faith! It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant. The reckoning, the sickening. Back at your subversion. Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn. Go to your deserts, go dig your graves! Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save. Sinking in, getting smaller again. I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only one! And the rain will kill us all. Throw ourselves against the wall. But no-one else can see. The preservation of the martyr in me. Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial. Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial. There are cracks in the road we lay. But we're the devil filth, the secret death gone mad. This is nothing new, but would we kill it all? The hate was all we had! Who needs another mess, we could start over. Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong! Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit self threat. I think we're done, I'm not the only one! And the rain will kill us all. Throw ourselves against the wall. But no-one else can see. The preservation of the martyr in me. Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial. Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial. Fate! Cannot catch this lie, (Psychosocial) I've tried to tell you thrice! (Psychosocial) Your hurtful lies are giving out. (Psychosocial) Can't stop the killing, I can't help it. (Psychosocial) If it's something secret. (Psychosocial) Is this what you want? (Psychosocial) I'm not the only one! And the rain will kill us all. Throw ourselves against the wall. But no-one else can see. The preservation of the martyr in me.