Woke screaming, I must have been dreamingnBelieving that I was a saintnThey stoned me, I rolled over Christ told me...nI can feel you running through my bloodstreamnnChoke holding and someone's still smokingnIgnoring the buried alivenDying high off carbon dioxidenAnd i can feel it running through my bloodstreamnnI swear to God I saw him as I was walking through the woods last nightnHe said Faith is a form of sightnAnd then he shot me in the eyesnI swear it really happened, you can believe me if you want tonThe blind can lead the blind site until another...nVision of the ChristnnWoke laughing, I must have collapsed thennThe last thing I see is a mannHe tells me Reflection is vanitynAnd I can feel it runnin' through my bloodstream