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Teksty: Korn. Untitled. Ever Be.

You're the infection, my friend
Disgusting right to the end
Didn't I know it then? I knew it, I knew it

You're basic but hard to define
Simple, yet somehow sublime
Knew you will strike again, I knew it, I knew it

You're all that's wrong with your dumbass psalm
Yeah, that's all that you will ever be
Nothing you can do 'cause that's all that you will ever be

Polished you shimmer when shined
But rotten and seething inside
Everyone falls for this, I knew it, I knew it

You're all that's wrong with your dumbass psalm
Yeah, that's all that you will ever be
Nothing you can do 'cause that's all that you will
That's all that you will, that's all that you will ever be

Ever be, never be, want to be mine
All to be, made to be, holding your side
Throwing it, breaking it, all by your fame
Sending you back to the place you once came

Leaving behind you
No one around you

You're all that's wrong with your dumbass psalms
Yeah, that's all that you will ever be
Nothing you can do 'cause that's all that you will ever be

You will never be
You will never be
You will never be

You don't wanna be God
You don't wanna be God
You don't wanna be God

It's all gone, it's all gone
It's all gone, it's all gone
It's all gone