Can you feel the beat of a thousand marching feet
Searching for passion in a lifeless dead-end street
They're breaking down the wall
They're knocking at the door
Searching for a soul that gives them more
When the music dies, the apparations of melody will rise
All that's said and done, will haunts us one by one
The spirit of the heart will carry on
Are you listening to the voices as they scream
calling to the masses with the drone of sleepless dreams
They're coming to your house
They're crawling up the stairs
Searching for a saint who really cares
It's just below the skin, that is starts sinking in
