Korn - Coming Undone Lyrics
Get the lyrics to the song: Coming Undone by Korn at LyricsKeeper.com.
Coming Undone
Coming Undone Lyrics |
---|
What Are The Lyrics For Coming Undone By Korn?
Keep holding on
When my brains tickin' like a bomb Guess the black thoughts have come again to get me Sweet bitter words Unlike nothing I have heard Sing along mockingbird You don't affect me That's right Deliver it to my heart Please strike Be deliberate Wait I'm coming undone Irate I'm coming undone Too late I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Wait I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Choke, choke again I thought my demons were my friends Pity me in the end They're out to get me Since I was young I tasted sorrow on my tongue And this sweet sugar gun does not protect me That's right Trigger between my eyes Please strike Make it quick now Wait I'm coming undone Irate I'm coming undone Too late I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Wait I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate I'm trying to hold it together Head is lighter than a feather Looks like I'm not getting better Not getting better Wait I'm coming undone Irate I'm coming undone Too late I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Wait I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate |
Who Wrote Coming Undone By Korn?
David Silveria, Graham Edwards, James Shaffer, Jonathan Davis, Lauren Christy, Reginald Arvizu, Scott Spock
|
More Lyrics
0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Lyrics Of The Day
- Henry Mancini: Moon River [From Breakfast at Tiffany’s] Moon river, wider than a mile…
- Liberace: Cow Cow Boogie Out on the plains down near Santa fe…
- Danny Stevens: The Oracle What a tragic mess you fools have made of this…
- Sleep: Marijuanaut's Theme Saturn five rise, as gravity dies, through ionosphere he flies…
- Tim Fite: My Hands Accidentally, on purpose…