Live'n life, don't you cry
My life, pain is God
Many nights, painful thoughts occur
Yell at me, again I'm wrong
In denial, I tried to be your friend
I tried to be a good boy
All I see, a hate deep inside
Startle me, someone save me
Now these memories, fill my heart, they bury me
All I wanna do
You are not my real mother
Is kill you
should I beat and stab and fuck her
Looking back I was never ever right
You were my step-mom who always wanted me out of your sight
I would come walkin' in and I'd say hello,
but you'd slap me and you make some fucked up comment about my clothes,
then I tried to let it pass, but the visions in my head,
were with you with a knife up your ass, laying dead,
so I pop some more caps in your ass,
Now your son is not so fun
Motherfucking bitch
Never try to play me
You made my life not so good
All I wanna do...is kill you
Chorus
Wish you were dead now
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
Never loved...
"It's about a relative I first met when I was 12. I fucking hate that bitch. She's the most evil, fucked up person I've met in my whole life. She hated my guts. She did everything she could to make my life hell. Like, when I was sick she'd feed me tea with Tabasco, which is really hot pepper oil. She'd make me drink it and say, 'You have to burn that cold out, boy'. Fucked up shit like that. So every night when I'd go to sleep, I'd dream of killing that bitch. In some sick way I had a sexual fantasy about her, and I don't know what that stems from or why, but I always dreamt about fucking her and killing her." - Jonathan Davis