Wash away the anger.
Here I stand beneath the warm and soothing rain.
The droplets falling gently down on the te-ra-a-ain.
Wash away the sorrow all the stains of time.
But there's no memory it's only dry insi-i-ide.
In the mud and sinking deeper.
Into a peaceful life, AND IT WILL COME!
LIKE A FLOOD OF PAIN! (RAIN!)
POURING DOWN ON ME.
And it will not let up until the end is near, AND IT WILL COME!
THROUGH THE DARKES DAY!
IN THE FINAL HOUR.
And it will never rest until the clouds are clear, until it finds my DREAMS HAVE DISS-A-PEEEEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-EEE-EEEEEEARD. (MY DREAMS DISSAPEEEEEARED!)
