Songwriters: Welch, Brian; Davis, Jonathan; Silveria, David; Arvizu, Reginald; Shaffer, James;Come on, step inside and you will realize  Tell me what you need? Tell me what to be?  What's your vision? You'll see, what do you expect of me?  I can't lose it lie    Hate, I sing my words, I've thought that feeling  With your life's dead bodies everywhere  You really want me to be a good son, why?  You make me feel like no one    Let me strip the plain, let me not give in  Free me of your life, inside my heart dies  'Cause dreams never had the chief  Don't lay that shit on me, let me live my life    Hate, I sing my words, I've thought that feeling  With your life's dead bodies everywhere  You really want me to be a good son, why?  You make me feel like no one    You want me to be something I can never ever be  You want me to be something I can never ever be    I sing my words, I thought that didn't  With your life's dead bodies everywhere  You really want me to be a good son, why?  You make me feel like no one    Dead bodies everywhere, dead bodies everywhere  Dead bodies everywhere, dead bodies everywhere  Dead bodies everywhere, dead bodies everywhere  Dead bodies everywhere, dead bodies everywhere      © GOAT HEAD? MUSIC; WB MUSIC CORP.;    these lyrics are last corrected by Your dad, bitch!