Here we go again [bad word] 
 [bad word] on down and see the idiot right here
Too [bad word] to beg and not afraid to care
What's the matter with calamity anyway?
Right, get the [bad word] out of my face

Understand that I can't feel anything
It isn't like I wanna sift through the decay
I feel like a wound; like I got a [bad word] gun
Against my head-you live when I'm dead
One more time [bad word] 

Everybody hates me now so [bad word] it
Blood's on my face;on my hands
And I don't know why; I'm not afraid to cry
But that's none of your business

Whose life is it? Get it? See it? Feel it?
Eat it? Spin it around so I can spit in its face
I want to leave without a trace

(Text of Slipknot)