Teksty: Korn. Untitled. Do What They Say.

Walk away when you're angry
Raise, raise yourself, there's nothing to gain
Old, old enough to know the outcome
Blood, more blood, it's always the same

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For facing death, we run it on
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
The God reserved for false alarm

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For facing death, we run it on
Do what they say or they take it away
I'd rather be dead than carry on

Wait, but your lips don't be cursing
We must, we mustn't take God's name in vain
In vain, blunt your knife for the curtain
Impulse, impulses, you must revenge

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For facing death, we run it on
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
The God reserved for false alarm

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For facing death, we run it on
Do what they say or they take it away
I'd rather be dead than carry on

So I carry on with this burden
I can't remember anything
I can't be certain

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For facing death, we run it on
Do what they say or they take it away
I'd rather be dead than carry on