Purple rain out of bleeding clouds,
Decayed leaves on trees black all over,
Squalid districts in a deserted town,
Starving child under a rotten bench.

A crippled human walking past
The ruins of a crashed mall,
A deadened soul creeping through
The foul mud left behind.

Echoes of poltergeists moaning,
Much cry and little wool,
They have already bitten the dust.

A thirsty alcoholic drinking
The last glass of leaded water,
A dying past redemption
Expectorating till the last breath.

Harsh wind in sinister streets,
Blue light onto burning debris,
Vanishing footsteps on ashes,
Dead child under a rotten bench.