White Rain

you try to cry in tune in your room but the tears have ears and they hear so clearly that you might right the wrong in your heart due to the art of pain that drives you insane you pin the sin on the wall in the hall to show the lowly and singe the wings of the end be born again one day the pain will regain it's strenght and i will not hold the mold that holds you together the end will consume us all it looms over the broken world it tried to protect from the mend to the end and again it comes with pain that will stain the white rain that shames all