korn şarkısı.
sözler:
keep holding on
when my brains tickin like a bomb
guess the black thoughts have come again to get me
sweet bitter words
unlike nothing i have heard
sing along mocking bird
you dont affect me
thats right
deliverance of my heart
be straight
be deliberate
wait
im coming undone
unlaced
im coming undone
too late
im coming undone
what looks so strong
so delicate
wait
im starting to suffocate
and soon i anticipate
im coming undone
what looks so strong
so delicate
choke choke again
i thought my demons were my friends
getting me in the end
theyre out to get me
since i was young
ive tasted sorrow on my tongue
and this sweet chugga gun
does not protect me
thats right
trigger between my eyes
please strike
make it quick now
im trying to hold it together
head is lighter than a feather
looks like im not getting better
not getting better
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