Wash Away

He stays in silence hiding from something
Praying beside his own grave
The rain is falling, so cold and helpless
And making grass turn to gray

The air spreading disease and torment
He must choose someone to save
Now rain is close to find the target
And wash his happiness away

Washing it away
Washing it away

Shouting and crawling in search of shelter
Sweat dripping off his sick face
The empty city is a place for murder
Streets only full of disgrace

Diving his mind in a lake of madness
He stabs the one he should save
Now rain is close to find the target
And wash his happiness away

Washing it away
Washing it away