Pain!. Buried so far away. Enter my life of nothing. Sick of the same ol' thing,. so I dig a hole, bury pain!. Sick of the same ol' thing,. so I dig a hole, bury pain!.
Hey you, hey you. Devil's little sister. Listening to your. Twisted transistor. . Hold it between your legs. Turn it up, turn it up. . The wind is coming through.
Hey you, hey you. Devil's little sister. Listening to your. Twisted transistor. . Hold it between your legs. Turn it up, turn it up. . The wind is coming through.
I'm shrouded and sedated. Patiently awaiting. For my mind to really calm down. I'm afraid of being hated. 'Cause I'm so jaded. Not like everybody somehow.
How did it start?. Well, I don't know. I just feel the craving. . I see the flesh and it smells fresh and. It's just there for the taking. These little girls they made me feel so god damn exhilarated.
You're not the right one dumb damn rapper. Not the right goddamn. Who are you to rap shit take off. And who says you're right. On top you think you'r bomb artista.
Flesh wound, flesh wound. With medication it will fade. Should I assume that someone hears me when I pray. Love, full of hate.. Don't you love how I break?.
Too late I'm dead, reposition, plenty, extraction. Demanding the best psychiatrist, psychic soothsayers. (Soothsayers). Analyzing my instincts, you got I all figured out.
This town is our town, so mother f**kin glam. . We are now the chosen toys of caddy girls and pretty boys.. Make up that face to win the race.. Life's a bitch in this town..
Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies. Pushing all my mercy down, down, down. I want to see you try to take a swing at me, come on. Gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground.
I must look away. I must find a way. You know there is a line!. Don't try to take what's mine!. I feel it bottled up inside!. This hate and all this pride!.
Korn. Miscellaneous. The Christmas Song. Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,. everybody was stoned, even the mouse.. . Man from the whore house and me from the jail,.
You chose to take. From The Past. You want a game. That's built to last. 'Cause love without affection. Is hate without the pain. Life is a connection.
It looks like it's about to begin.. I'm lying down in a pool of sin now.. So why does it feel so good within?. Letting go, giving in!. . Tell me what you want?.
I'm plowing through a crowd of worthless hatred. That's falling down, at least they start to fry. Why can't I be removed, take their places?. Sometimes it's better to eat their scars.
Come and fill the pages of my fantasies. Pushing all my mercy down, down, down. I want to see you try to take a swing at me.. Come on,. Gunna put you on the ground, ground, ground..
Well, I wish there was someone. Well, I wish there was someone. to love me. When I used to be someone. And I knew there was someone. that loved me. . As I sit here, frozen, alone.
It's so fucked I am here doing this. It's bullshit, things don't end like this. . I'm calling,. Staring into this place,. Where I cease to exist,. Wondering, why do things always end up like this.
Love, love is a verb. Love is a doing word. Fearless on my breath. . Gentle impulsion. Shakes me, makes me lighter. Fearless on my breath. . Teardrop on the fire.
Time waits for no man but you. Time waits for no man but you. Hold on don't leave this town. Hold on don't leave this town. . There we are. We're that in our hands.