Paroles de I Am
I Am The Murdered, The Pervert, Sick To The CoreI 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 Known Liar
Anorexic, Rejected Object of your desire
Suicidal Thoughts, Keep one in the chamber
I’m A turned out streetwalking Heroin Banger
I Am a secret cutter, Porn lover, The Town, Drunkard
Next Door, Neighborhood slut, I am Somebody’s mother
Out casted 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 Old things have passed away and all things become new!
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 Known Liar
Anorexic, Rejected Object of your desire
Suicidal Thoughts, Keep one in the chamber
I’m A turned out streetwalking Heroin Banger
I Am a secret cutter, Porn lover, The Town, Drunkard
Next Door, Neighborhood slut, I am Somebody’s mother
Out casted 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 Old things have passed away and all things become new!
Benson, Howard / Bernardo, Noah / Curiel, Marcos / Daniels, Mark / Sandoval, Paul
© EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
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