The Horror And The Gag

Time is the fire in which we burn
 The bitter ash and dust of hate choke what remains
 So don't breathe a mote about fate or faith
 'Cause those words and their toll leave so many so cold (Pick it up)
 And the story's so old yet it never gets told
 But it's written in the scars on the wrists of the lost
 In the cold of life
 Yeah, my mother was raped at nine years old (Hoo-ah)
 I guess good ol' fashioned poverty and a violent drunk of a dad was not cliche enough
 So fate tore away her faith on that secret day
 Torn along with her hymen
 Still somewhere in time there's a little bloody girl of nine
 Hey Ma, you know
 Been burned? Life is cold
 Hey Ma, you've screamed
 And somewhere lost in time you scream
 But life goes on
 Yeah, life goes on
 Yes, life goes on
 Yeah, life goes on
 Say: Na na na
 Knock, knock; who's there?
 I've got a little joke about the horror of the world
 The horror and the gag is the soul can die but life goes on
 Hoo-ah'! Can you dig it?
 The heart keeps beating but the blood goes cold
 And there's no rock bottom
 So welcome to the joke of un-life (Ha, ha, ha)
 Hey Ma, I know:
 You died so long ago
 Hey Ma, now I see:
 You're still a nine-year-old girl screaming
 But life goes on
 So, life goes on
 'Cause, life goes on
 So, life goes on
 Say: Na na na
 Time is the fire in which we burn
 The heart keeps beating but the blood - goes - cold
 What do you know about horror?
 Horror
 Life goes on
 Cold-ass life
 Life goes on
 Na, na-na-na, na...