P.O.D. I Am Lyrics
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 **** 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 ******
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!
Written by: Carl Cartee, Joseph Dustin Daniels, Allen Stanford Dukes, David Blake Neesmith, Aaron Daniel Tomberlin, Nathan Timothy Tomberlin
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.