by AgentX8065
They called you a fag, they called you a freak,
because they didn't understand you.
Was it the way that you dressed, always so bleak,
or the long, stringy hair that you grew?
Your personal hell were the halls you walked through,
as your paranoia grew,
with all the people around you that abhor you,
everyday brought something frightfully new.
At your job you witnessed what nobody should,
people whose lives were wrongfully taken,
you did something no one your age could,
which left you disturbed and shaken.
As you started to get older, your problems got worse,
your addictions were controlling your mind.
Always looking for a way to escape that curse,
for you, that way took so long to find.
You started to write which released your pain,
and got out all your bottled emotions,
the lyrics you wrote helped in all your gain,
and clearly understanding your notions.
The lyrics you jotted down needed tunes,
so you got in touch with these 4 guys,
and you knew this would all work out very soon,
and the 5 of you would be together for the next part of your lives.
You all started playing and accepting each other,
and a new band has been born,
you care for one another as if you were brothers,
you are the band now known as KoRn.
It started out rough and very little people knew of you,
but in the end all the endless touring payed off,
for over the years your fanbase has grew,
you're no longer at the bottom, you're on top.
Now that you're successful you start to think back,
of all the people that said you'd amount to nothing and you think it's funny,
cause they're the ones, where in wealth and fame, they lack
and you're a big rock star making lots of money!!
