Look at the man standing in the corner,
so helpless but has no border.

The look in his eyes the shape of his face,
takes me to another place.

For his voice there is no description,
but high definition.

His goatee I can't help to look at,
'cos it's so phat.

His shades, his clothes, his footwear so grand,
perfect his look in this ultimate band.

His style boils and overcrowds the stage,
pleasing countless fans of all age.

The fame and the fortune open the door,
making his love for the fan evermore.

His fans keep him close at hand,
but me, I keep him all, the band.

All the faces he sees in the crowd,
fuels and pushes him, making him proud.

The many faces that have come to see,
the evolving seduction that has come to be.

He can’t help but to feel the pain,
he fears he is going insane.

Wildly contented as the presence unfolds,
creating future stories yet to be told.

His anger he sets free,
I just wish I could be.

Why can't I get them off my mind?
Are they making me blind?

With the chord so true, and the beat perpetual,
they jump, twist and yell at you all

I wish I could make him see
what he's really doing to me.

This is a man that knows what he's doin',
Jonathan Davis keeps on goin',
KoRn keeps it flowin'.