Blame Songtext
von Korn
Blame Songtext
So I think you are a fool
Hanging on my every word
It′s getting ugly
So I'm ugly
Tear me from your heart
Tearing me apart
So I thought you′d disappear
Being alone is what you fear
Are you lonely?
Yes, lonely
Tear me from your heart
Tearing me apart
Rolling, and throwing, consoling
Everything that goes this far
Joking and hoping, revolting
All that shit that's who you are
Holding, and scolding, revolving
Peel it back, reveal the scar
Loathing, exploding, controlling
This is what you really are
The time is coming, gone insane
You're feeling happy, you′ve won the game
The time is coming, a bed of flames
Your life is over and you′re to blame
The time is coming, you've gone insane
You′re feeling happy, you've won the game
The time is coming, a bed of flames
Your life is over and you′re to blame
(Blame, blame, blame, blame)
Rolling, and throwing, consoling
Everything that goes this far
Joking and hoping, revolting
All that shit that's who you are
Holding, and scolding, revolving
Peel it back, reveal the scar
Loathing, exploding, controlling
This is what you really are
Rolling, and throwing, consoling
Everything that goes this far
Joking and hoping, revolting
All that shit that′s who you are
Holding, and scolding, revolving
Peel it back, reveal the scar
Loathing, exploding, controlling
This is what you really are
Hanging on my every word
It′s getting ugly
So I'm ugly
Tear me from your heart
Tearing me apart
So I thought you′d disappear
Being alone is what you fear
Are you lonely?
Yes, lonely
Tear me from your heart
Tearing me apart
Rolling, and throwing, consoling
Everything that goes this far
Joking and hoping, revolting
All that shit that's who you are
Holding, and scolding, revolving
Peel it back, reveal the scar
Loathing, exploding, controlling
This is what you really are
The time is coming, gone insane
You're feeling happy, you′ve won the game
The time is coming, a bed of flames
Your life is over and you′re to blame
The time is coming, you've gone insane
You′re feeling happy, you've won the game
The time is coming, a bed of flames
Your life is over and you′re to blame
(Blame, blame, blame, blame)
Rolling, and throwing, consoling
Everything that goes this far
Joking and hoping, revolting
All that shit that's who you are
Holding, and scolding, revolving
Peel it back, reveal the scar
Loathing, exploding, controlling
This is what you really are
Rolling, and throwing, consoling
Everything that goes this far
Joking and hoping, revolting
All that shit that′s who you are
Holding, and scolding, revolving
Peel it back, reveal the scar
Loathing, exploding, controlling
This is what you really are
Writer(s): Jonathan Davis, Brian Philip Welch, Reginald Arvizu, James Christian Shaffer, David Randall Silveria, Jonathan Howsman Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com