The storm came
The rain fell down hard
Soft noise deafened me
As i sat watching
I fell through the darkness
Fate concealing me from god
Can't see my future
Oh father, forgive me
I feel sin pouring down,
I see it in the rain
I touch it on myself
I crave it in my head
The clouds came
Cotton-like morphine
Clouding his judgement
Salvation at last
I feel sin pouring down,
I see it in the rain
I touch it on myself
I crave it in my head
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