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