All the Rain
If God don't make mistakesPulling the weeds from the groundAs they're growing up and over the streets of the city.
And I could play it straight'Cause I don't know if it mattersYou try to stay calmas they bring your head on a platter.
All the rainAll the rainCover me now.
Little iron willPushing against the worldWhat you hope to gainis the same as what you're losing.
Like a parasiteLiving off somebody's lifeWhat you take from someone elsegive yourself away.
All the rainAll the rainCover me now.