Korn My Gift to You [+hidden track Earache My Eye] Lyrics

Laying by my precious, not long ago.
Hiding behind the shadows, of your broken soul.

Why is it always you want something you can never have?
Why did you try to tempt me?
How could you be this way?

Your throat I take grasp - can't you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back - can't you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins - can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating - can't you feel the pain?
Like o_____s - can't you feel the pain?
I kiss your lifeless skin - can't you feel the pain?

There you were, my precious, with your broken soul.
Rubbing my crotch,elated,
taking control.

Why is it always you f___ up something you've always had?
Why did you try to tempt me?
How could you be so cold?

Here I am, just a man.
Feeling pain, gives me life.
Relieving us is my plan.
I'd do anything just to see through your eyes. Just to see through your lies.

I hate you - can't you feel the pain?

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Black o_____s
Can't you feel the pain
I kiss your lifeless skin
Can't you feel the pain

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+hidden track
Earache My Eye

My momma talkin' to me tryin' to tell me how to live.
But I don't listen to her 'cause my head is like sieve.
My daddy, he disowned me 'cause I wear my sister's clothes.
He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose.

My basketball coach, he done kicked me off the team.
For wearin' high-heel sneakers and actin' like a queen.
Gonna tie my p_____ to a tree to a tree.
Gonna tie my p_____ to a tree.
Gonna tie his p_____ to a tree.
Get your boogie on. Go ahead.

The world's comin' to an end, I don't even care,
As long as I have my pencil and my flock here.
It don't bother me if people think I'm "funny",
'Cause I'm a big rock star and I'm makin' lots of money.
Money, money, money, money.
We're talking pizzas.
Money...
Ahhh! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...

Lots of Money...lots of money...
I'm so b_____ rich! Ha ha ha ha
Lots of m_________ing money...
I own shopping centers and parking lots and stocks and all that s___!
I own you...ha ha...you too...you three...for me...
He he ho ho...

Get your groove on...
Let's bring it back one more time Jonathan...
Jonathan on the drums,
Give me an even slower, more groovin, slow that s___ down crazy slow...
Come on death...right here, slow, grrr, don't give a f___, drag it down...
Did you know Boy George is on heroin?...
We don't give a f___...
Rick James is in the crack house...
The f___ing pain..
That's all that matters... hahahaha
The bomb is ah f___ing in da hoooouuusee.
Rock on...oh yeah....Give me some...aaaaaahhhhh...
Ha ha ha ha ha ha......