I come from the fire
Dead horse left hanging
Tall man that speaks in rhyme
Whispers in the tree
Rain wipes you clean now
Naked and free
Choking on desire
Whipped in a frenzy
Chains grip your fantasies
Redness in your eyes
Rain wipes you clean now
Naked and free
Sweat drips from your brow
Wickedly green
The children conspire
To unlock the key
A room filled with answers
To all that we see
Rain wipes you clean now
Naked and free
Sweat drips from your brow
Wickedly green