IT'S RAINING AT THE BORDER, TEARS OF LOVE LIKE BLOOD SPILT STAGNANT ON THE CARPET... IT'S RAINING AND ANOTHER FILTHY WIDOW WATCHES... AND THE SELF IS NO FRIEND AND ALL ENEMIES ATTACK FROM WITHIN... WAY DOWN DEEP, YOU KNOW WHY THE DARKNESS IS SEPARATED BY A SLOW, RED RIVER NIGHT SNEAKS INTO SLEEPY CORNERS I LAY AT THE EDGE OF A FIELD OF FIRE WITH A THOUSAND GHOSTS IN MY DUSTY BED, A THOUSAND GHOSTS.... WAY DOWN DEEP YOU KNOW WHY... THE EARTH SPITS THREADBARE IT'S SHALLOW DAUGHTERS WHO TREAD LIKE BROKEN TRAMPS, DAMP ON STONE COLD STARES & DEEP WITHIN THE FEAR OF A HUNDRED LONELY VICTIMS DOWN... WAY DEEP DOWN YOU KNOW WHY... I WILL LISTEN FOR YOUR BAITED STEP LIKE SHADOWS IN THE HALL THAT FALL SLOWLY AND TRACE THE SHUTTERS OF YOUR HOLLOW THOUGHTS AND BEAT MY HEART AGAINST THESE WALLS, AND BEAT MY HEART... IT'S RAINING AT THE BORDER, IT'S RAINING... IT'S RAINING... TEARS OF BLOOD.