Lyrics:-

What a world, the horizon

It's coming like a hell-bent killing machine

Can’t afford to be the goddamn wreckage

Burn it all again at a million degrees

Calling all the adamant upper-level

Undefeated counterfeit cunts with a reason to fear

Throw away all the meaningless shit that’s clinging

The enemy is here, I said stop

Give it to 3

I’m going to show you how to do it if you know what I mean

One by one against, give me the name

All you shiny pretty never-wills ruined the game

You hold all the keys so the chains shouldn’t hold you

I know you heard me, I fucking told you

Old does not mean dead

New does not mean best

No hard feelings

I'm tired of being right

About everything I've said

Yours does not mean mine

Kill does not mean die

We are not your kind

No excuses

I challenge you to all out fucking life

Drop that shit and put it on a pedestal

Children are afraid of the gods

Raise your hands and show me what’s impossible

That makes us even, never tell me the odds

What a bore, getting stuck in a metaphor

I don’t want to go to sleep

I need a breakdown quick in negotiations

Get it all together and remember to seethe, stop

Give it to 3

I’m going to show you how to do it if you know what I mean

Drive by violence, more of the same

I can see where you’re going and I’m really ashamed

Do you think when you act or just act like you’re thinking?

I got to know now, you better tell me

Old does not mean dead

New does not mean best

No hard feelings

I'm tired of being right

About everything I've said

Yours does not mean mine

Kill does not mean die

We are not your kind

I challenge you to all out life

We are gathered here today to get it right

Repeat after me:

“I will not celebrate mediocrity

I will not worship empty shells

I will not listen to worthless noises

I will not subject myself to selected predictable choices

My time, my attention

My quality should not be bought and sold

For convenience's sake, ever!”

We are not your kind

We are not your kind

We are not your kind

We are not your kind

We are not your kind

We are not your kind

We are not your kind

We are not your kind

Old does not mean dead (Hey!)

New does not mean best (Hey!)

No hard feelings

I'm tired of being right

About everything I've said

Yours does not mean mine (Mine!)

Kill does not mean die (Die!)

Pay attention

It's gonna be a while 'til I really feel alright

Old does not mean dead (Hey!)

New does not mean best (Hey!)

No hard feelings

I'm tired of being right

About everything I've said

Yours does not mean mine (Mine!)

Kill does not mean die (Die!)

We are not your kind

No excuses

I challenge you to all out fucking life

All-out life

Yeah

I challenge you to all-out fucking life

Yeah

Live!

Live! 

Live! 

Life!

Songwriters: Corey Taylor / Mick Thomson / Craig Jones / Sid Wilson / Shawn Crahan / Chris Fehn / Jim Root / Alessandro Venturella / Jay Weinberg

All Out Life lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC