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