Someone always calls me in my nightmare The voice of salvation Behind these blind walls of rain The bony trees stand black And point their fingers in every direction It's a wisdom gone insane Lying numb to the beats of machine guns Spitting out rounds of a terrifying song Kept awake by a rapist on the stairway By the shrieking of the mad Always in the company of bad men Once again in a storm of steel Will this be the cleansing of my soul or the revelation of a pig's fat heart? Fanatics call me in my nightmare Voices of salvation
