He was riding in an empty train

     Speaking to no one, but his friend, Pain

     People watched him, and thought he's insane

     He wasn't insane, he dreamed of Cocaine Rain.

     

     He was in love. The love killed his brain.

     He was a man, who lost his name.

     He wore the spikes and he wore the chain.

     He looked through the window at Cocaine Rain.

     

     He had enough money to buy a plane

     Or to go to Vegas to play a card game.

     He could've traveled to France and Spain

     He took all his money and bought Cocaine Rain.

     

     White as it is, is white to remain

     Nothing to lose is nothing to gain.

     The breeze is the same as the hurricane.

     And he is the one, he is Cocaine Rain.