As we forgot the brightness of the sun,
As we gave up hope of light,
The Dead is crying
Over the man's race at its end.
Six years of water pouring from above...
Long ago we stopped staring at the skies,
For the Fallen forever pours his wrath
Tomorrow the Dead will water the Dead
Mechanical Rain... Mechanical Rain...
As we forgot the brightness of the sun,
As we gave up hope of light,
The Dead is crying
Over the man's race at its end.
Six years of water pouring from above...
Long ago we stopped staring at the skies.
For the Fallen forever pours his wrath
And tomorrow, the Dead will water the Dead
Mechanical Rain... Mechanical Rain...
There are some things in this world
That never rest... That never rest...
Like the screams that drown
In the Mechanical Rain... In the Mechanical Rain...
There are some things in this world
That never rest... That never rest...
Like the screams that drown
In the Mechanical Rain... In the Mechanical Rain...