Who is this man that stands in the rain
Screaming at angels and swinging his sword
You see in his eyes he knows about pain

His tirade is endless, it has no refrain
Voice raw from yelling at his silent lord
Who is this man that stands in the rain

We don't know his history, but can it be sane
His neck it has burns, as if from a cord
You see in his eyes he knows about pain

The wounds on his body he ignores with disdain
Pleading to be free of this time of discord
Who is this man that stands in the rain

With froth at the mouth and rage in the brain
Tired of the system and being ignored
You see in his eyes he knows about pain

So long past breaking, so long past insane
Now he just stands there, alone and abhorred
Who is this man that stands in the rain
You see in his eyes he knows about pain