Rain pelts down all over the city Tearing down its merciless streets… A woman desperate for some answers The empty years and wretched blues… Passed with some recent news But the fear of the unknown still stalks her mind There’s a house way down the road – and fate’s door It’s a house – not a home – Death awaits – on its own There’s nothing more… Just a half dead kid and his father’s corpse The boy was tortured here The evidence all makes that clear Mommy kneels n’ holds him terribly near Every question needs a word – for comfort December’s door’s ajar – and it’s the only path The rhythm of the past – won’t get you very far December’s door’s ajar – no light shines in it’s path It’s increasingly harsh – and increasingly daft While the door is still ajar – I’m frightened!! You saved me from my worst nightmare Save me from myself!