He comes to me The man with no face A hero in a mask of raw flesh He is a simple genius Flower blood cells The hero inside my brain Oh the burning sands, the greasy rope Electric hands, my broken hope, my mind machine I feel my stomach churns... Bathsheba burns! The blood red rain will stain your name Behold the lord of pain He speaks I cannot hear But I understand He plugs me into his socket I slip into his brain Flower blood cells The hero inside my brain... oh Yours is the mark One hopeless dream And comes your guilt This sordid stream My mind machine I feel my stomach churns Bathsheba burns! The blood red rain will stain your name Behold the lord of pain