KornThe Hating

the hating, it's pulled inside of me
the trying, to test my sanity
It's in your waiting, it's all make believe
and the ripping, the child within me
cheating, the time that I had left needing
my soul cause that's the bed giving
all that, that I can give
controlling, my mind that is diseased
holding, my hate that is really scolding
the hand that keeps me fed
that keeps me fed
fed, that keeps me fed
fed, that keeps me
I feel it all come crashing down on me
I feel alone and torn apart
a wasted time to let it get to me
an angry mouth with a broken heart
searching, for something that is safe
hurting, my pride that is the test
turning, my anger towards your flesh
rotting, we hold the end the bag
spurting, the blood that's on the bed
scolding, the hand that keeps me fed
that keeps me fed
fed, that keeps me fed
I feel it all come crashing down on me
I feel alone and torn apart
I wasted time to let it get to me
an angry mouth with a broken heart
the hating, it's pulled inside of me
the trying, to test my sanity
It's in your waiting, it's all make believe
and the ripping, the child from within me
the hating, it's pulled inside of me
the trying, to test my sanity
It's in your waiting, it's all make believe
and the ripping, the child from within me
no! agh! ragh! no! no!