Footsteps in the dust of a wasteland trailing back to a prison I'd rather leave a memory... a thought of yesterday. Then raindrops like bullets in a black sky start falling, slowly breaking away the mess I've made. Wash away my yesterday
I can't tell between the rain and my teardrops, drowning me slow until I finally let it go. Let the water take my soul. Then suddenly I'm on my knees realizing, if drowning means I'm breathing for the very first time, I welcome the pain... I'm begging for the rain!
I can feel this rain down the back of my body, falling hard, every drop is just like a brick that's breaking me. Washing away my yesterday. As the water gets high I can see it in the black sky, it's gonna take a flood to wash away the mess I've made. But if that's what it's gotta take... then Lord bring the rain