Rolling thunder

Like a voice that commands

Rain drops fall

Like the blood from your hands



Pray to God

But I doubt that he's listening

This world is a gutter

That he likes to piss in tonight



Millions of people

Quietly sleep

Dreaming of deserts

As the puddles grow deep



Dark clouds of rage

Black out the sun

The rivers will run

Red with their blood



No place left dry

No place of shelter for which to run

People huddle in mass

Waiting for the storm to pass

But it's just begun



Millions of people

All of you people

Dream of the sandman

But the sandman has turned to mud



Rain falling down

Is this another great flood?

The rivers are running

Red with our blood