Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Birth Of The Cruel, artist - Slipknot. Date of issue: 08.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Birth Of The Cruel |
| Let him crave understanding |
| Let him crave your wisdom |
| Let him crave |
| Let him each promote |
| Father, my self-control |
| I'm just a Judas, lookin' for a silver line |
| And tomorrow is still a step behind |
| Hey, hey, drama, I'd love to be a waste of your time |
| Oh no, thanks so much for wasting mine |
| So hear me out |
| Let's hear it for the damaged |
| Who understands but the broken? |
| Developed in the arms of spite |
| I'm all fucked up and I make it look good |
| Adrenaline sight tonight |
| I'm overthrown |
| I'm over your throne |
| I'm over it |
| Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist |
| Blessed are the fires that have burned me |
| Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony |
| Death of the fool, birth of the cruel |
| Remember how you spent the best part of forever |
| In a state of pure disease? |
| It was another thing altogether |
| To forget that you brought out the worst in me |
| Hey, karma, you don't feel like I do |
| You just wish you'd hate like I do |
| We are the bitter, the maladjusted and wise |
| Fighting off a generation too uptight |
| We're all dressed up with nobody to kill |
| The rhetoric stops tonight |
| I'm overthrown |
| I'm over your throne |
| I'm over it |
| Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist |
| Blessed are the fires that have burned me |
| Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony |
| Death of the fool, birth of the, birth of the cruel, yeah |
| Now's not the time for denying |
| Shifting the focus to scare |
| Let's not forget we're all guilty |
| All three dimensions polluted by earnest despair |
| I'm overthrown |
| I'm over your throne |
| I'm overthrown |
| I'm over your throne |
| I'm over it |
| Let him crave understanding |
| Let him crave your wisdom |
| Let him crave |
| Let him each promote |
| Father, my self-control |
| That he can see, look in the enemy in front of him |
| Because cursed, not today, sucker |
| Go back to hell where you belong |