They fall to the earth, needles from the sky
I'm wondering why they'd wanna fall from so high
They fall to the earth, nonstop
Hitting ground, making way for another drop
For ten drops, they don't cease
They see war and proceed to make peace
They can't feel, but they leave me feeling
They don't speak, but their speech leaves me reeling
They make life while they rust our steel things
Siphon pain, give visions to prophets and kings
They live life the right way, no matter what the fools say
Falling in the morning, disappearing by day
Mass redeeming in the grounds of the fallen
Spirits left screaming, heartbroken, forever uncallen
The rain falls while man tries to rise
The rain is immortal, watching everyone die
A man spends the sum of his days
Hoping that his friends will remember his glorious days
By "glorious", I mean impactful, maybe not positive
Maybe something so bad it'd better left closeted
But that's the thing, man, nothing we do will last
The rain will take it all, stone temples to towers of glass
We don't care though, we never really have
Gotta keep our heads high, gotta have the last laugh
We fight wars over gold, cold death's what we serve
Struggling to gain a hold on things we don't deserve
We see water from the sky and we take, take, take
Open our mouths wide and steal life from the lake
Upsetting the balance, tipping all the scales
The rain watches as we cheat the world and fail
And through it all, when it's done, the rain
Will ascend into heaven; I wonder if we'll do the same
