Korn

Living life, don't you cry. My life - pain is God.
Many nights, painful thoughts occur. Love me - again I'm wrong.
In denial I tried to be your friend. I tried to be a good boy.
All I see, a hate deep inside. Startle me, someone save me.
Now these memories
Still I hide
They bury me
All I want to do.... (you are not my real mother)
Is kill you.... (so I beat and stab and fuck her)
(x4)
Looking back I was never ever right. You were my step
mom who always wanted me out of your sight. I would come walkin' in and
I'd say, Hello, but you'd slap me and make some fucked-up comment about
my clothes. But I tried to let it pass, but the pictures in my head were
with you with a knife up your ass laying dead. So I popped some more caps
in your ass. Now your son is such a fuck -- motherfucking bitch never try