paroles de chanson My Gift to You / Earache My Eye - Korn

Song Meaning, Jonathan:
Renee always wanted me to write her a love song and that′s why I called it My Gift To You. It's my gift to her, you know how I get sick. I always had a fantasy of f**king her and choking her to death. I fantasize about what it would look like me in her body and watching me do it. So it′s like a really sick f**ked up song. I did it totally like, I love her so much, I want to take her out of this world. It's really strange. She used to leave notes on my pillow like 25 ways she'd like to kill me. She′s got this weird death fetish. We′re kinda f**kin' freaky. She got it. She′s all 'Thank you that′s kinda f**ked up. I was expecting a f**kin' I love you, baby kinda song.′ I'm all, 'No, you know me.′ I mean I can′t do that.
There you are my precious long ago
Hiding behind the shadows of your broken soul
Why is it always you want something you can never have
WhyÂ? d you try to tell me how could you be this way
Your throat I take that, (can't you feel the pain) then your eyes roll back
Love racing through my veins
Your heart stops beating, black orgasms
I kiss your lifeless skin
There you are my precious with your broken soul
Rub my crotch, lay dead take control
Why is it always, you f**k up something youÂ? ve always had
WhyÂ? d you try to tempt me, how could you be so cold
Your throat I take that, (can′t you feel the pain) then your eyes roll back
Love racing through my veins
Your heart stops beating, black orgasms
I kiss your lifeless skin
Here I am just a man, feeling pain gives me life
Relieving this is my plan, IÂ? ll do anything, just to see through your eyes x 8
I hate you, can you feel the pain x 8
Your throat I take that, (can't you feel the pain) then your eyes roll back
Love racing through my veins
Your heart stops beating, black orgasms
I kiss your lifeless skin x 5
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Dun nun nun
Dun nun nun
Dun Dun Dun
Odelay!
My Momma talk to me, try to tell me how to live
But I don′t listen to her, 'cos my head is like a sift
My Daddy, he disowned me, ′cos I wear my sisters clothes
He caught me in the bathroom, with a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach, he just kicked me off the team
For wearing high heel sneakers, and acting like a queen
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree Gonna tie my pecker to a tree
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree
Get your boogie off
Go Head
The earth is coming to an end and I don't give a d**n
As long as I have my b*tch
Oh I'm a,
F**k You
It don′t bother me if people think I′m funny
Cos I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money
Money, money, money.
Are you talking petsos?
Money, ka ching, Ha, ha, ha.
Lots of money
I′m so bloody rich
Lots of money, Lots of motherf**kin' money
I get looks
Ha, ha, ha
I own shopping centres, parking lots, and stocks, and all that sh*t
Ha, ha, ha
I own you, ha, you too, you three
For me, he he, oh oh
Get your groove on
Let′s bring it back one more time Jonathan
Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower, more groovin', slow that sh*t down
Crazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ah
Don′t give a f**k, break it out
You even know, Boy George is on heroin
We don't give a f**k
Rick James is in the crack house
I'm f**kin′ paying, that′s all that matters
Ha ha ha ha, ahhh, ha ha ha
The Firm is a f**kin' in the house
Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo
Gimme some