I get the ominous feelings, the feeling of sorrow, the feeling cowers,
I sit in the rain, it drips down my nose, with such healing powers,
The floor sweats, sweet sweat, and somehow the ceiling sours,
The clock spins faster than seconds happen, its stealing hours,
I see my wooden fence, rotten and distraught, the fence has died,
I built it years ago and I get a feeling I love, a sense of pride,
I let it go to hell, but it can't hear what my mouth repents and cried,
I scream out to the fence, as I try to watch it wince and hide,
I feel, against the wall as I lean against it, my spine pressed,
Ten people are sleepless, insomniacs, finally nine rest,
East and South run together to North, now the sign West,
Is bent pointing to hell, I weep, for now my mind's stressed,
The streets of asphalt, I see the gutters, filled to the brim,
All the nonchalant serial killers have killed them with sin,
Knock down all they built their lives, and try to build there again,
I try to write of it, but my handwriting's left distilled with a pen,
I wonder if, the darkness inside us tonight,
I wonder if, the darkness inside us tonight,
Now its pouring rain, yet the the sunshine is shining bright and light,
Peers through the clouds, I see the sun's lining white and white,
And in hindsight, everyday beforehand I should of tried to find light,
Genocide in my brain's left, and I try and get my mind right,
Nervousness is a nailbiter, I know it, now my teeth grind white,
Grey clouds never have silver lining, I yell you're not lined right,
And in this daze, I'm weak, and behind this all shined knight,
As I soar through these skies, thank God I have a blind flight,
Yes, I am afraid of being high because there's never kind height,
And I fall upon a mountain, so steep that I have an inclined fight,
I don't mean to whine, but I always hate when it rains liquor,
Bourbon fills the gutters, alcoholics hope it drains quicker,
Yes, the liquor heats your blood, but are you sure its warming night,
They hail your name, but you wonder if they're storming right,
There's always a sad flash flood, don't believe me, just ask mud,
Before it gets heat stroke, as I walk on coals, and my feet smoke,
I wonder if, the darkness inside us tonight,
I wonder if, the darkness inside us tonight,
The rain takes away the old, all it was before was rustic scenes,
But I know now what the slow rain falls for, its all lust it seems,
The heavy rain keeps falling on old gardens, the dust, it cleans,
I see a sleeping giant, I have to awake him, for I bust his dreams,
Wide open, I tried copin, with my the skies, but their pride's broken,
And I know these cracks in the atmosphere, I beg distract this fear,
But Its only slow claps I hear, but I try to yell hold your applause,
The demons relapse their sneer, and well, fold your the cause,
Of my being lost in eternity, I know I won, I'm sold in their pause,
They are throughly, utterly chasing me, color turns to black and white,
Hell disentigrated, and this winter waits, and burns I attack at sight,
And the demons, when Satan and I wrestle, each learns to back the fight,
Hell dies, heaven falls from grace, looking like when a plane crashes,
A fiery blaze, dies and then revives but then the flame passes,
But the smoke puts out the fire, so once again came ashes,