Slipknot - We Are Not Your Kind -2019- Access

A blast of pure hardcore fury. At just over four minutes, it is the shortest "full" song on the album. Drummer Jay Weinberg (Joey’s successor) unleashes a d-beat assault. The song is a warning about gaslighting and manipulation. It sounds like a runaway train. No solos. No breaks. Just violence.

One of the album’s most explosive tracks. The title is Italian for “strong black” (as in coffee) but is a pun on “neuro forte” (strong nerve). The song features a rapid-fire verse, a melodic chorus, and a bridge where Taylor screams “Why was it easy for you?!” with devastating clarity. Fan-favorite for its raw energy.

A scathing indictment of fair-weather fans and critics. Opens with a haunting clean guitar before descending into a polyrhythmic assault. “Everyone you meet is playing a part”—a commentary on performative loyalty.

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.

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. Slipknot - We Are Not Your Kind -2019-

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.

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. A blast of pure hardcore fury

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.

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. Back to the brutality

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.

Back to the brutality. "Orphan" lyrically deals with the aftermath of losing Paul Gray. The line "I’m only here to destroy the destroyer" is a mantra of survival. The main riff is a chugging monolith. By the three-minute mark, the band locks into a machine-groove that feels like a panic attack.

This is the groove track. That opening bassline from Alessandro Venturella is slimy and hypnotic. Taylor adopts a lower, almost spoken-word cadence before exploding into a chorus about the mundane nature of suffering. The breakdown features percussionist Shawn "Clown" Crahan beating the ever-loving hell out of a keg. It is primal, ritualistic noise.

A cinematic, synth-driven instrumental opener. Distorted voice samples echo over a haunting ambient drone. It sets the tone: This is not a typical Slipknot record.