Can you feel the beat
of a thousand marching feet,
Searching for a pa**ion
in a lifeless dead end street,
Breaking down the walls
they're knock at the door,
Searching for a soul
that gets them more,
[Chrs:]
When the music dies,
the apparitions of melody will rise,
all thats said and done
will haunt us one by one,
the spirit of the heart will carry on,
Are you listening
to the voices as they scream,
Calling to the ma**es
with the drone of sleepless dreams,
Coming to your house,
they're crawling up the stairs,
searching for a saint
who really cares,
[Chrs:]
Its just below the skin, that is starts sinking in