Rain pelts down all over the city Tearing down its merciless streets... A woman desperate for some answers The empty years and wretched blues... Passed with some recent news But the fear of the unknown still stalks her mind There's a house way down the road - and fate's door It's a house - not a home - Death awaits - on its own There's nothing more... Just a half dead kid and his father's corpse The boy was tortured here The evidence all makes that clear Mommy kneels n' Holds him terribly near Every question needs a word - for comfort December's door's ajar - and it's the only path The rhythm of the past - won't get you very far December's door's ajar - no light shines in it's path It's increasingly harsh - and increasingly daft While the door is still ajar - I'm frightened! You saved me From my worst nightmare Save me from myself!