F r e a k O n A L e a s h
Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Every time I start to believe,
Something's raped and taken from me... from me.
Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.
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…showed last 85 words of 800 total…that was what I was thinking when I wrote the introduction.
"One of the best titles I've heard ever for a song. That's my song against the music industry. Like me feeling like I'm ******' a pimp, a prostitute. Like I'm paraded around. I'm this freak paraded around but I got corporate America ******' making all the money while it's taking a part of me. It's like they stole something from me, they stole my innocence and I'm not calm anymore. I worry constantly."-Jonathan Davis
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