He comes to me

The man with no face

A hero in a mask of raw flesh

He is a simple genius

Flower blood cells

The hero inside my brain

Oh the burning sands, the greasy rope

Electric hands, my broken hope, my mind machine

I feel my stomach churns...

Bathsheba burns!

The blood red rain will stain your name

Behold the lord of pain



He speaks I cannot hear

But I understand

He plugs me into his socket

I slip into his brain

Flower blood cells

The hero inside my brain... oh



Yours is the mark

One hopeless dream

And comes your guilt

This sordid stream

My mind machine

I feel my stomach churns



Bathsheba burns!



The blood red rain 

will stain your name



Behold the lord of pain