I came out in a shroud Bathed in all the waste I’d seen And the rain rang loud With that old familiar sting The poison runs, the flame and the wick My heart burns in it The colors run, the sound of sick And we drown in it Keep my head above the ground Heaven knows I’m buried now Holy war came and gone Now they say it won’t be long The poison runs, the flame and the wick My heart burns in it The colors run, the sound of sick And we drown in it