What It Is — Jonathan Davis

Pretty soon, you have to deal
With the truth behind the way you feel
And I’d rather never know
I would do anything, anything
Not to bring who I am to meet me
This useless suffering ugly part of me
Spewing me as it feeds me
But it is, what it is
You don’t know how to live with what it is
But it is what it is, it may seem impossible
But I will embrace who I really am
If it’s a son of a bitch or a terrified kid
Then that’s what it is
Pretty soon, you’ll have to face
You’re a virus called the human race
And I’m glad they’ll never know
I have done everything, everything
Not to feel what it is I’m feeling
This basement devil is kicking the ass of my angel on the ceiling
But it is, what it is
You don’t know how to live with what it is
But it is what it is, it may seem impossible
But I will embrace who I really am
If it’s a son of a bitch or a terrified kid
Then that’s what it is
Don’t push me
Don’t kill me
What it is cause it is what it is
Don’t play games, don’t piss me off
What it is cause it is what it is
Don’t ask me
Don’t tell me
What it is cause it is what it is
Don’t push me
Don’t kill me
What it is cause it is what it is
Don’t run from where you come from
Cause it is what it is
When I
Then I
But it is, what it is
You don’t know how to live with what it is
But it is what it is, it may seem impossible
But I will embrace who I really am
If it’s a son of a bitch or a terrified kid
Then that’s what it is