I am the murderer, 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 leecher
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, so tell who the fuck is he

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

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
But I know you are the one and only son of God, then tell who the fuck is he
So what is he
So tell me

And now it's spreading like a deadly disease
And now it's spreading like a deadly disease
And now it's spreading like a deadly disease
But I won't let you bury me
Woo

I am
I am what you've reaped, I am what you've sowed
I am that guy talking to himself, I am alone
I'm the forgotten child, ravaged and raped through sex traffic
Since I'm a little strange, daddy called me a faggot
I am insecure, immature, even I disgust me
In denial, pill poppin', prescription junkie

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
But I know this is the one and only son of God, then tell who the fuck is he
So what is he

I see demons, eyes bleeding, my soul impure
Already know that I'm diseased, but tell me what's the cure?
This is me, we are him, and I am you
Old things pass away and all becomes new
This is me, we are him, and I am you
Old things pass away and all becomes new
This is me, we are him, and I am you
Old things pass away and all becomes new

Copyright: Capitol CMG Publishing, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Howard Benson, Marcos Curiel, Mark Traa Daniels, Noah C. Bernardo, Paul Sandoval