Under The Rain - Washed Away

If I sit out in the rain long enough, it surely will wash me away.
It will cause my skin to run, my hair to fade.
My bones and blood, reduced to a murky solution on the street.
And the emotions inside me, the joy and the rage, they will be set free.
My muse left to wander the world in search of prey.
And my body, it will become the soil.
I will be the earth and my spirit will be the sky.