[Thorpe, Smyth, O'Connor]



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