He comes to me   The man with no face   A hero in a mask of raw flesh   He is a simple genius   Flower blood cells   The hero inside my brain   Oh the burning sands, the greasy rope   Electric hands, my broken hope, my mind machine   I feel my stomach churns...   Bathsheba burns!   The blood red rain will stain your name   Behold the lord of pain      He speaks I cannot hear   But I understand   He plugs me into his socket   I slip into his brain   Flower blood cells   The hero inside my brain... oh      Yours is the mark   One hopeless dream   And comes your guilt   This sordid stream   My mind machine   I feel my stomach churns      Bathsheba burns!      The blood red rain    will stain your name      Behold the lord of pain