Make it rain Make it rain down low Oh make it rain And just the same When the sins of my father Weigh down in my soul And the pain of my mother Will not let me go

My sins from my youth And father, please remove my transgressions Let them blow in the wind like sand 'Cause all of my deeds, you know them Use me as your vessel Shine like the burning candle in the room Lord, don't remember, oh, don't remember Lord,

Blood is on your hands The wages of sin From the other side of the grave Why can I see blood on your hands? Their darkness has defeated you Your lifeline running backwards Remember, sins of our fathers A requiem, for the countless dead Future's eyes

Follow me (follow me) All that I wanted the dreams I had before All that I needed I've never needed more All of my questions are answers to my sins All of my endings waiting to begin Give me the dust of my father Stand on the face of the ancients Bare

How much longer are you gonna pay For yesterday Sins of the father One more cross to bear Go on lose it in the city I am the crazy man Who lives inside your head But I think I'm breaking through the wall You are the innocent