Rain of Stones
Dear Mary on your bathroom floor,
In your eyes looks like you implore
You stay down on your knees and you pray so hard.
For god's sake.
With your crushed skin, and those bruise on your face
Wait for something, grabbing on your faith
Do you like the tic tic tac of the... clock on the wall?
MARY
What kind of faith d'you want?
What kind of dreams you have?
Under a rain of stones.
You just stay here, with your twisted mind
And your dad, that you call a sinner
He hurts so bad with this teeth and bones
And you still proud
MARY
What kind of faith d'you want?
What kind of dreams you have?
Under a rain of stones.
MARY
What kind of faith d'you want?
What kind of dreams you have?
Under a rain of stones.
PULL on the trigger.
AND YOU THINK THAT god is good
AND IN YOUR DREAMS forgotten
YOUR LIFE HAS GONE!
MARY
What kind of faith d'you want?
What kind of dreams you have?
Under a rain of stones.
