Bodies gather in the rain (The steel razor rain)
Try to wash off the decay (Adrift and afraid)
Hollow eyes and sunken cheeks (Dressed in soiled bed sheets)
Hope the flood will bring them peace (Or numbness at least)
Storm clouds though dark
Cannot hide the marks
Of the leaches we nurtured and fed
We open our mouths
But water flows out
Of the trepanning holes in our heads
Fiendish feature pale and drawn (By palsied hands drawn)
Burn and blister in the dawn (Of the swollen red sun)
Fractured voices wail and moan (Adrift and alone)
Pray the light will lead them home (No more to roam)
Sunbeams though bright
Cower in fright
From our eyes all frenzied and red
It's light that we seek
But shadows they leak
From the trepanning holes in our heads
If we hope and persevere (Baptized in tears)
Maybe things will become clear (A false hope I fear)
If we open up our hearts (A forgotten art)
We just might escape the dark (We were damned from the start)