Black Hole Sun

In my eyes, indisposed

In disguise as no one knows

Hides the face, lies the snake

in The sun in my disgrace

Boiling heat, summer stench

'Neath the black the sky looks dead

Call my name through the cream

And I'll hear you scream again
Black hole sun

Won't you come

And wash away the rain

Black hole sun

Won't you come

Won't you come

Black Hole Sun, Soundgarden

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