Texty: Korn. Untouchables. Make Believe.

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I'm thinking of
Thanking all the fucked people
Thanking all the shit I love
They are all the things I've made
Straight from my heart
Begging all the same people
Burning is the same evil
Somehow making me feel sane

Waiting all this time
I've got nothing to hold on
But the faces of my life
I can see before I'm gone

Sometimes I feel it chasing me
All the hate that's breaking me
I realise I'm taking everything
And the kids seem to follow

This time I feel it taking me
To a place I'm meant to be
All along I seem to make believe
And the shit seems to follow

I'm thinking of
Making all the fucked people
Making the bitches I love
Make them die and go away
Pain from the start
All my dreams are ripped apart
Thanking all the fucked people
They are all the things I've saved

Waiting all this time
I've got nothing to hold on
But the faces of my life
I can see before I'm gone

Sometimes I feel it chasing me
All the hate that's breaking me
I realise I'm taking everything
And the kids seem to follow

This time I feel it taking me
To a place I'm meant to be
All along I seem to make believe
And the shit seems to follow

Your life, I hate it
Oh God, can I reclaim?
Stop and help me

Sometimes I feel it chasing me
All the hate that's breaking me
I realise I'm taking everything
And the shit seems to follow

This time I feel it taking me
To a place I'm meant to be
All along I seem to make believe
And the shit seems to follow

The shit seems to follow