Your Children of the Korn was born, from your porn and twisted ass ways, now you look amazed. I'm sitting in a daze, in a purple haze. You better check my pulse, 'cause nothin' seems to faze. Nothin' seems to faze. Your children of the Korn, children of the Korn.
Nothin' seems to faze.
Your children of the Korn, children of the Korn. Look and see, I feel the parents hating me. You hurt me. How you gonna tell me where to skate, who to date, how to fuck, how to kiss, who to love, who to diss, how to live. What it is, somethin' gotta give.