He comes to me The man with no face A hero in a mask of raw flesh He is a simple genius Flower blood cells The hero inside my brain Oh, the burning sands, the greasy rope Electric hands, my broken hope My mind machine I feel my stomach churn [Bathsheba burns] The blood red rain will stain your name Behold the Lord of Pain He speaks, I cannot hear But I understand He plugs me into his socket I slip into his brain Flower blood cells The hero inside my brain Yours is the mark One hopeless dream And comes your guilt This sordid stream My mind machine I feel my stomach churn [Bathsheba burns] The blood red rain will stain your name Behold the Lord of Pain He comes to me The man with no face A hero in a mask of raw flesh He is a simple genius Flower blood cells The hero inside my brain Oh, the burning sands, the greasy rope Electric hands, my broken hope My mind machine I feel my stomach churn [Bathsheba burns] The blood red rain will stain your name Behold the Lord of Pain!