Woke screaming, I must have been dreaming Believing that I was a saint They stoned me, I rolled over Christ told me... "I can feel you running through my bloodstream" Choke holding and someone's still smoking Ignoring the buried alive Dying high off carbon dioxide And i can feel it running through my bloodstream I swear to God I saw him as I was walking through the woods last night He said "Faith is a form of sight" And then he shot me in the eyes I swear it really happened, you can believe me if you want to The blind can lead the blind site until another... Vision of the Christ Woke laughing, I must have collapsed then The last thing I see is a man He tells me "Reflection is vanity" And I can feel it runnin' through my bloodstream