(G.Thorpe, S.Smyth & B. Oconner) Black clouds are
raining down molten lead As the chaos unfolds in
my aching head In a flood of my blood I'm washed
away Just to wake up and battle another day
Pierces my life on a stick impaled Like a freight
train of demons straight from hell This rain of
emotion keeps pounding me Got to break the
restraints of this misery This downpour shall
never end In this downpour no one ever wins In
this downpour you must stand tall In this
downpour may God help us all Now my thirst for
survival is quenched with sand In a desert of
heat tortured barren lands Straight jacket of
scars it tears my skin How I long for the
downpour to cleanse my sins Downpour
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