BLACK HOLE SUN

In my eyes,
Indisposed,
In disguise
As no one knows.
Hides the face,
Lies the snake,
And 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.

(Chris Cornell, 1994)

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BLACK HOLE SUN, 2010
neon lights, solar panels

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