I am the murdered, the pervert, sick to the core I am the unclean, dope fiend, I am the whore I am the beat down, mistreated, sexually abused I have violated, fornicated and sexually used I am the con artist, cold-hearted, smooth preacher Cash stealer, emotion bleeder, the soul lecher I feed off the poor but I'm a slave to the rich I'm in depression so, this reflection is making me sick Are you the one that's come to set me free ? 'Cause if you knew who I am, would you really want to die for me ? They say you are the cursed man, the one who hangs from this tree I know this is the one and only son of god but tell who the fuck is he! So tell me!
I am fake, a fraud, a phony, I'm a known liar Anorexic, rejected object of your desire Suicidal thoughts, keep one in the chamber I'm a turned out street walking heroin banger I am a secret cutter, porn lover, the town, drunkard Next door, neighborhood slut, I am somebody's mother Outcasted arrogant bastard son I am the talk of the town but this story's just begun I am what you reaped, I am what you sewed I am that guy talking to himself, I am alone I'm the forgotten child ravaged and raped through sex traffic And since I'm a little strange, my daddy called me a faggot I am insecure, immature, even I discuss me In denial, pill pop'n, prescription junkie I see demons, eyes bleeding, my soul impure Already know that I'm the disease, but tell me what's the cure? This is me, we are him and I am you Old things have passed away and all things become new!
Writer/s: Mark Traa Daniels, Marcos Curiel, Noah C. Bernardo, Howard Benson, Paul Sandoval
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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It has long been speculated that the Soundgarden song "Black Hole Sun" came from the name of a sculpture in Seattle, but according to their frontman Chris Cornell the title came from a phrase he misheard on the news. The band's name did come from a sculpture.