(G.Thorpe, S.Smyth & B. Oconner)  Black clouds are raining down molten lead  As the chaos unfolds in my aching head  In a flood of my blood I'm washed away  Just to wake up and battle another day  Pierces my life on a stick impaled  Like a freight train of demons straight from hell  This rain of emotion keeps pounding me  Got to break the restraints of this misery  This downpour shall never end  In this downpour no one ever wins  In this downpour you must stand tall  In this downpour may God help us all  Now my thirst for survival is quenched with sand  In a desert of heat tortured barren lands  Straight jacket of scars it tears my skin  How I long for the downpour to cleanse my sins  Downpour