Rain is pouring down my skin And I’m not moving. Motionless. I’m standing here notionless And let the drops wash away my pain. Dilute the poison. Cleanse the pores. Just that my soul could slowly creep back Through the open doors.
A king of reptiles, a broken man, your pain created such beauty. Look at what you've made. You, yourself, are a master of creation. The cage that hinders me never held your heart. Your cage was an empty needle. Held within, the years we lost with you. Life and death hold the same meaning. Can you feel the torment fade and your blood begin to thicken? Ride that snake on home, Jim. Ride that snake on home.