The Mist

Here comes the fog
Here comes the rain
Here comes the mist
Here comes the rain again
The body is thick
The grass is damp
The roaches are back
The mountains creek
Too dark
Protected from danger
From death
Here comes the fog
Here comes the rain
Here comes the mist
Here comes the rain again
Here comes the fog
Here comes the rain
Here comes the mist
Here comes the rain again
The air is still
The light is dim
The future’s grim
Blood rains chill
As it swamps down
Like creeps of misery
Like hells and hurricanes
Here comes the fog
Here comes the rain
Here comes the mist
Here comes the rain again