Vicious Rumors Downpour
(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
