“This record is not for you. It’s for the ones who felt the knife and stayed standing. For the orphans of empty promises. For everyone who has been told they are too much, and finally believed it was a compliment. We are not your kind. We are the future you refused to imagine.”
— Slipknot, 2019
Mid-tempo and sludgy. A critique of toxic positivity and self-help culture. The breakdown is pure Iowan fury: Why do I deserve it? / The consequence is I am free.
I. Insert Coin
A flicker. A machine hum. A voice through static:
“You’ve arrived at the point of no return. This is not a test. This is your surrender. Insert coin… or walk away forever.”
II. Unsainted
I reject your forgiveness. I reject your hollow light.
You held a crown of thorns above my head and called it love.
But I’ve bled enough for your saints.
I’m not your savior—I’m the wound that won’t close.
So keep your prayers. I’ll keep my scars.
You’ve killed my faith in everything but the fall. Slipknot - We Are Not Your Kind -2019-
III. Birth of the Cruel
I was born in the shadow of your pity.
You gave me pain and called it discipline.
Now watch the cruel child rise—
Not because I hate you, but because you taught me how to break.
Every wound is a lesson. Every scar a key.
I am not your kind. I am the consequence.
IV. Death Because of Death (whispered interlude)
“You die because you were taught to die.
You suffer because you expect to.
What if the end was just another beginning—
And you’ve been mourning nothing all along?”
V. Nero Forte
(Furious, rhythmic assault)
You want a villain? Here I am.
You want a reason? Look inside.
I’m not the poison—I’m the antidote you refuse to drink.
Every lie you told me built this fortress.
Every betrayal sharpened this blade.
Nero forte — strong but mad.
And I will not apologize for surviving you.
VI. Critical Darling
You loved me when I was quiet.
Now my noise makes you flinch.
I was your critical darling—your perfect disaster.
But praise is just a leash with a prettier knot.
I’d rather be hated for what I am
Than loved for what I pretend to be.
So hate me. I’m already free. “This record is not for you
VII. Liar’s Funeral
Come to the grave I dug for your excuses.
Weep if you want—I won’t pretend to care.
Every eulogy you wrote for me was a confession.
Every apology, another lie.
Let’s bury them all: your guilt, your gaslight, your grief.
The only honest thing you ever gave me was the silence after you left.
VIII. Red Flag
I see the red flag waving in your smile.
I’ve ignored it for years—never again.
This is not anger. This is clarity.
You don’t get to hide behind your trauma anymore.
I have mine too, and I’m still standing.
So step aside, or be trampled.
The war is over. I won the moment I stopped fighting for you.
IX. What’s Next (ominous instrumental / distorted voices)
“…What’s next? What’s next? What’s next?”
A repeating loop, decaying into feedback.
X. Spiders
(Slow, creeping, cabaret-horror)
Something skitters beneath the floorboards of my mind.
You think I’m paranoid? You’re not listening.
They crawl in circles—these thoughts, these memories, these yous.
Eight legs of grief, weaving webs of familiar pain.
I am the caught fly and the hungry spider.
Don’t save me. I’ve already learned to love the sting. — Slipknot, 2019
XI. Orphan
No mother. No father. No home but this rage.
You abandoned me before I was born—
Not literally. Spiritually.
I raised myself in the wreckage of your indifference.
Now I am orphan to no one and child of the storm.
Don’t reach for me now.
I learned to walk on broken glass without your hand.
XII. My Pain
(Atmospheric, drowned in reverb)
My pain is not your art.
My suffering is not your soundtrack.
You watched me bleed and called it performance.
But this is not for you.
This is the rain after the drought.
This is the breath after the noose.
I keep my pain now. It’s the only thing that’s truly mine.
XIII. Not Long for This World
I feel the clock ticking in my teeth.
Every sunrise is a dare.
They say “get help,” but help is just another cage.
I am not long for this world—
Not because I’m dying, but because this world was never built for me.
So let it burn. I’ll stand in the ashes and finally breathe.
XIV. Solway Firth
(Final assault / catharsis)
You want a war? You already lost.
You want a reason? Look in the mirror.
I walked through the Solway Firth of my own mind—
The tide pulling, the bones beneath the sand.
I am not your villain. I am not your hero.
I am the silence after the scream.
And in that silence, I finally recognize myself.
We are not your kind. And we are never going to be.