We are not your kind.
The only thing that stands between me and my people seeing the world through our eyes is you.
We are the heart and soul of this thing called Slipknot.
We are the outcasts, the misfits, the ones who don’t belong.
We wear our masks not to hide, but to show our true selves.
There is power in our pain.
Through our music, we give voice to the voiceless.
In chaos, we find strength.
Our music is our therapy, our release, our salvation.
We are the nine who will never die.
We are the pulse in your veins, the fire in your soul.
There is beauty in the darkness.
Our songs are a battle cry, a call to arms, a declaration of war.
We don’t follow trends. We set them.
Our masks are our armor, protecting us from the world.
In unity, we find strength.
We are the nightmare in your dreams, the monster under your bed.
We are the fire that burns inside you.
Our music is the soundtrack to your darkest days.
We are the voice of the outcasts, the rebels, the forgotten.
We are the ones who refuse to be silenced.
We are the sound of chaos, the scream in the night.
Our music is the sound of your nightmares coming to life.
We are the embodiment of the primal, the raw, the untamed.
We are the venomous words that crawl under your skin.
We are the twisted minds behind the masks.
Our music is the catalyst for change, the spark that ignites revolution.
We are the darkness and the light, the beginning and the end.
Our masks are a reflection of your own fears and insecurities.
We are the embodiment of pain, anger, and aggression.
Our music is a cathartic release, a primal scream in the face of injustice.
We are the black sheep that refuse to be sheared.
We are the nine keys that unlock the gateways to the unknown.
Our music is the soundtrack to your darkest desires and forbidden dreams.
We are the chaos in your ordered world, the disruption of the status quo.
Our masks are the symbols of our individuality, our unity, our strength.
We are the embodiment of the unbreakable spirit, the relentless pursuit of our truth.
Our music is the battle cry of the oppressed, the defiant roar of the underdog.
We are the architects of our own destiny, the creators of our own reality.
Our masks are a reflection of the masks we wear in everyday life.
We are the embodiment of the darker side of human nature.
Our music is the release valve for your pent-up anger and frustration.
We are the jolt of electricity that shocks you out of your complacency.
Our masks are the visual representation of the chaos within us all.
We are the embodiment of rebellion, the resistance against conformity.
Our music is the thunder in the distance, the storm on the horizon.
We are the echoes of the forgotten, the voices of the silenced.
Our masks are the armor that protects our vulnerable souls.
We are the embodiment of the primal instincts, the animalistic urges.
Our music is the blood that flows through your veins, the pulse of life itself.