Slipknot – Killers Are Quiet

Cycle of life and death supposedly

Goes ’round and ’round yet it stops with me

Glorious hunter of my faith I have sinned

Killers are quiet like the breath of the wind

Filling the shadows with forms of my own

Raised by kindred of Get I was born

Abomination world in disarray

Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae

Reflection beckons a portal shard

Spiritual quest I must stay on guard

Stepping sideways between worlds I shift

Killers are quiet when they’re born with the gift

Beautiful anguish, cast out by my race

Now one that’s ageless I save my own face

I write my own laws, with death I break bread

Killers are quiet when they come from my head