Cleansing


Wash me clean,
With this pouring rain over my corpse,
Give it a new life...


Let this pour rip those dirt away,
Polish those rust to it's crust...
Restrore it's highness...


Wash... wash... wash...
All that covers my light...
All that hurts me in and out...


This heavy pour shall revive me...
Like water to wilted plants,
It'll be soul to this deadness...


This missing equation,
Let it restore the missing,
And reject any relapse...


Let it pour, pour... heavily on me...