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  1. korn'un aşmış şarkısıdır. sözleri de şunlardır:

    how did it start?
    well i don't know
    i just feel the craving
    i see flesh and it smells fresh
    and it's just there for the taking
    these little girls,
    they make me feel so goddam exhilerated
    i fill them up, i can't give it up
    the pain, i'm just erasing

    i tell my lies, and i despise
    every second i'm with you
    so i run away
    and you still stay
    so what the fuck is with you?

    your feelings
    i can't help but rape them
    i'm sorry, i don't feel the same
    my heart inside is constantly hating
    i'm sorry, i just throw you away

    i don't know why i'm so fucking cold
    i don't know why its hurts me
    all i wanna is get with you
    and make the pain go away
    why do i have a conscience?
    all it does is fuck with me
    why do i have this torment?
    all i wanna do is fuck it away

    i tell my lies, and i despise
    every second i'm with you
    so i run away
    and you still stay
    so what the fuck is with you?
    your feelings
    i can't help but rape them
    i'm sorry, i don't feel the same
    my heart inside is constantly hating
    i'm sorry, i just throw you away

    i tell my lies, and i despise
    every second i'm with you
    so i run away
    and you still stay
    so what the fuck is with you?

    your feelings
    i can't help but rape them
    i'm sorry, i don't feel the same
    my heart inside is constantly hating
    i'm sorry, i just throw you away

    just throw you away
    (whopper, 21.12.2004 01:46)
  2. (bkz: thrash)
    (soulforged, 21.12.2004 01:55)
  3. ing. çöp, süprüntü, atık.
    (aqua, 21.12.2004 01:57)
  4. brett'in** kendisi için çok romantik bir önemi olduğunu açıkladığı suede şarkısı. duygusaldır, ama yine "bizi trash yapanlar utansın" demiştir. nispeten popüler bir şarkıdır.

    maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
    the tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
    maybe it's our kookiness,
    or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
    our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
    maybe it's our looseness,

    but we're trash, you and me,
    we're the litter on the breeze,
    we're the lovers on the streets,
    just trash, me and you,
    ıt's in everything we do,
    ıt's in everything we do...

    maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
    the words we've heard and the music we play,
    maybe it's our cheapness,
    or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,
    the lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
    maybe it's our sweetness,

    but we're trash, you and me,
    we're the litter on the breeze,
    we're the lovers on the street,
    just trash, me and you,
    ıt's in everything we do,
    ıt's in everything we do...
    (comatose, 15.04.2005 18:44)