Everything Ends/Live
Slipknot Lyrics

You are wrong, fucked and overrated
The listener has failed in every way possible, and is deemed to be of no worth.

I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault
The listener is causing the singer to feel physically ill and burdened with their presence.

This is the end of everything
The singer is reaching the peak of their tolerance and patience for the listener.

You are the end of everything
The listener is the reason for the artist's suffering, and is bringing everything in the artist's life to an end.

I haven't slept since I woke up
The artist has been unable to find peace and rest ever since their realization about the listener's true nature.

And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker
Upon the discovery of the listener's deceit and their manipulation of the singer's life, the singer is agitated and angry.

Shallow skin, I can paint with pain
The singer is channeling their emotional turmoil into self-harm, using physical pain as a way to cope with their pain.

I mark the trails on my arms with your disdain
The artist is blaming the listener for the marks on their arms, created from their self-inflicted harm.

Everyday it's the same, I love, you hate
The artist experiences a tug-of-war between their love and hatred for the listener. The listener's hatred towards the artist is constant, while the artist's feelings for the listener are in a constant state of flux.

But I guess I don't care any more
The artist has reached a point where they no longer care whether the listener loves or hates them, as both leave them in a state of hopelessness and despair.

Fix my problems with the blade
The singer uses self-harm as a way to numb their emotional pain and find temporary relief.

While my eyes turn from blue to gray
The artist's mental anguish and stress is so severe that it seems to be physically affecting them, causing a change in eye color.

God, the worst thing happened to me today
The singer experienced a traumatic event recently, leading to their current emotional state.

But I guess I don't care anymore, fuck!
The singer no longer has the capacity to care and has given up on trying to please the listener.

My flaws are the only thing left that's pure
The singer feels that their flaws are the only thing genuine and authentic about them, since everything else in their life seems like a lie.

Can't really live, can't really endure
The artist is struggling to find any purpose or meaning in their life since discovering the truth about the listener.

Everything I see reminds me of her
The artist is haunted by the memory of the listener and their past interactions, unable to escape their influence and impact.

God I wish I didn't care anymore
The singer longs for an escape from their emotional distress, wishing they could forget the listener and their influence.

The more I touch, the less I feel
The singer's emotional numbness is growing worse, as they engage in physical intimacy with the listener without finding any comfort or pleasure.

I'm lying to myself that it's not real
The artist is in denial about the listener's true nature and their impact on the artist's life, creating a false reality to believe in.

Why is everybody making such a big fucking deal?
The artist is frustrated by the world's inability to see the listener's true self, and the impact that the listener has had on their life.

I'm never gonna care anymore
The artist has fully detached themselves from the listener and is ready to accept whatever the future brings.

What the hell am I doing?
The singer is reflecting on their actions and motivations, and questioning their own sanity and judgement.

Is there anyone left in my life?
The artist is questioning whether they still have anyone left in their life, due to the destructive influence of the listener.

What the fuck was I thinking?
The singer is filled with regret and self-doubt, questioning their own past actions and judgement.

Anybody want to tell me I'm fine?
The singer is looking for external validation and support, hoping that someone will see through their facade and offer genuine concern.

Where the hell am I going?
The singer feels lost and aimless, unsure of their direction in life and uncertain about what the future holds.

Do I even need a reason to hide?
The artist is contemplating their own feelings of isolation and withdrawal, wondering if there needs to be a specific reason for how they feel.

I am only betrayed
The artist feels like everyone around them has betrayed them, including themselves.

I am only conditioned to die
The singer sees their life as a meaningless cycle of pain and struggle, ultimately leading up to their own demise.