A dark rain falls in the halls of the houses
Walking upright but my mind sees it sideways
Innerscope view of a lifelong tragedy
Electric machine would take us all to our graves
Haunting melody of hopeful resolution
Greet the morning air with hints of sweet confusion
Blinding lightning striking in the distance and behind
Thunderclaps they shake the rats and see them to the light
A dim view of a world that has gone fishing over the edge
And a terrible scene if fascism is rotting at it's core