We trudge through these streets
Where the dead have no shame
Keep on ignoring something
But it won't go away
Challenged by time
Bound to our faith
Moving on one line
Travel opposite ways
Choose the night
Find some place
These last rites
Lost their way
Now you're sitting by the exit door
Must ensure a quick escape
Not looking for anything in particular
Not looking for anything in particular
We fall up the steps
& climb through the air
Hold onto the assumption
That it gets easier
Condemned to flesh
Martyred by faith
Move until there's light
Haven't seen it for days
All turns white
Hear the sound
Must mean this
Is the place