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