There's no movement in this room there's no spirit to consume Kissing corpses on display mouthing only words of agony We can walk away into the night If it all comes down we must burn before we drown This is a call to higher ground We've seen it all before why do we still open the door For wayward ghosts from whitewashed graves Tragic lives still begging to be saints Well mark me a sinner if this is what you've saved