I dream of the past so I can break through. The walls I have built inside. The thoughts I can grasp. Transparency through. They constantly fight and collide. I'd love to see a different world. A place where you can't find me. Feel me! Kill me!. My back's up against a wall. Your magic spell. Doesn't work anymore. Kill me kill me that's what. You've got to face my friend (my friend). This ain't the end (the end). Why can't I relax and let it be true?. This world that I tried to hide. It's kind of a mess. Too reckless for you. This place makes me feel alive. I'd love to see a different world. A place where you can't find me. Feel me! Kill me!. My back's up against a wall. Your magic spell. Doesn't work anymore. Kill me kill me that's what. You've got to face my friend (my friend). This ain't the end (the end). [Corey Taylor:]. The call of the purpose. The changing behaviour. Ends at us all. We keep constrains on the strangers. It gets on top of you and forces your perspective. Then you know it you feel it. It's as dark as you can get you want it. Harder! Harder! Harder!. Give it to you. Harder! Harder!. You might just want it. Harder! Harder! Harder!. Give it to you. Harder! Harder!. Ever think you'll ever get it. Feel me! Kill me!. My back's up against a wall. Your magic spell. Doesn't work anymore. Kill me kill me that's what. You've got to face my friend (my friend). This ain't the end (the end)