The sky's about to fall again
Clouds have got a sickly grin
All the heads are buried in
The burning sand
Acid rain is changing me
Melting my reality
Back to a form that's much less
Prodigal
When we look at you
We can see right through
Ego trip into the hole you dug,
Became your tomb
Modern man is born to die
In this Hell that we provide
Take me to graze in fields
Elysian
Acid rain is changing me
Melting my reality
Back to a form that's much less
Prodigal
When we look at you
We can see right through
Ego trip into the hole you dug,
Became your tomb
When we look at you
We can see right through
Ego trip into the hole you dug,
Became your tomb