Woke screaming, I must have been dreaming
Believing that I was a saint
They stoned me, I rolled over Christ told me...
"I can feel you running through my bloodstream"

Choke holding and someone's still smoking
Ignoring the buried alive
Dying high off carbon dioxide
And i can feel it running through my bloodstream

I swear to God I saw him as I was walking through the woods last night
He said "Faith is a form of sight"
And then he shot me in the eyes
I swear it really happened, you can believe me if you want to
The blind can lead the blind site until another...
Vision of the Christ

Woke laughing, I must have collapsed then
The last thing I see is a man
He tells me "Reflection is vanity"
And I can feel it runnin' through my bloodstream