Slipknot - Lech Lyrics
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Lech
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What Are The Lyrics For Lech By Slipknot?
I know why Judas wept, motherfucker
The fires burn on the summit Shining a light on the ones I've killed Survivor's guilt - undetermined I could murder the world in all the blood I've spilled Banishment Still question the conquered To hell with your intelligence Just figure out your common sense No one is bulletproof And I'll eat the skins of my brothers Yellow pastor bones will make a perfect wall Gonna fill in the cracks of these feelings With every terrible piece or maybe nothing at all Selfishness Take granted for everything What more could you ask for? It doesn't matter anymore No one is bulletproof Can you feel the cold? Fortune never favors the old Tired of defending myself Go complain to somebody else Somebody else The masses and your manners Are the voices in your head They're smashing out your windows That you worked for beneath your bed You live right fucking 'neath it So you'll die like thanking gods In between the voices and the pure 'Cause masses have the charm Nine for sure And I have only sand inside of me It's a rotting sick that I don't need To pene-vent your interro-gration I can believe I'm saying this I'll live with my regrets I'll die by my decisions I'm not your fucking superstar Keep it closed, you're going way too far No one is bulletproof Bulletproof No one is bulletproof Bulletproof No one is bulletproof Bulletproof |
Who Wrote Lech By Slipknot?
Corey Taylor
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What's The Duration Of The Lech By Slipknot?The duration of Lech is 4:50 minutes and seconds. |
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