lights blur shifting slightly, always the rain
he's there hunting nightly, driven by pain
burns fast shining brightly, dies in vain
he's there, speaking lightly of life in pain

bionic killer the spider in his net [bad word] to his maker as close as he can get

weak little creatures speaking with god
their cries so insane, their prayers just in vain
'cause I am the replicant, to [bad word] with the gods

too late to escape, too late to regret
no time to hide, no time to forget
lights blur shifting slightly, always the rain
he's there hunting nightly, driven by pain

the rain, always the rain
your pain sustained