(Sic), Slipknot
Pain
(here comes the pain)
Enemy, show me what you wanna be
I can handle anything
Even if I can't handle you
Readily, either way it better be
Don't you fuc*in' pity me
Get up, Get off
What the hell am I sayin?
I don't know about malevolent
Sure as hell decadent
I want somebody to step up, step off
Walls! Let me fall! Fu*k you all!
Get a grip, don't let me slip 'till I drop the ball
Fu*k this sh*t, I'm sick of it
you're goin' down, this is a war
Fu*k it!
Who's the fu*k am I to criticize you
Twisted state of mind?
Your leavin' me suspect, I'm leavin' you grotesque
Feels like a burn from which you never learn
Cause and effect, you jealous ass
Press your face against the glass, suffer
Fu*k this sh*t, I'm sick of it
You're goin' down, this is a war
Go!
I've just begun
It's about that time gotta get mine (x4)
Yeah!
You can't killme 'cuz I'm already inside you (x4)
Sic! Sic! Sic! Sic!
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