He stays in silence hiding from something Praying beside his own grave The rain is falling, so cold and helpless And making grass turn to gray The air spreading disease and torment He must choose someone to save Now rain is close to find the target And wash his happiness away Washing it away Washing it away Shouting and crawling in search of shelter Sweat dripping off his sick face The empty city is a place for murder Streets only full of disgrace Diving his mind in a lake of madness He stabs the one he should save Now rain is close to find the target And wash his happiness away Washing it away Washing it away