Artist: korn
Song: ass itch
Year: 1996
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
What's my problem today?
Maybe I'm depressed, maybe I'm helpless
To what comes out my hand
Burn, pain, burn, pain
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
Why do I feel this way?
Feelings in my heart, I'm in way too far
Can't it won't go away?
Burn, pain, burn, pain
Before long, my song is dying
Before long, my song is dying
I hate writing shit
Ain't looking forward to it
What's fucked up today?
Writing all this time
Feeling all that's mine
Come right out my hand
Burn, pain, burn, pain
Before long, my song is dying
Before long, my song is dying
Tell me now, I want to know
Is that me inside you see?
Ah, is this fair? I got you in this song
Now, set me free
Just set me free
Just set me free
Just set me free
Just set me free
It just set me free
It just set me free
It just set me free
It just set me free
It just set me free
It just set me free
It just set me free
It just set me free
Before long, my song is dying
Before long, my song is dying
That's why I'm dying, that's why I try
