Children born and raise on a Sunday Hearing what their leaders say Singing along A story missing to the ones who wont listen All the words are left alone but I've been running out, fighting to stay above the line and I can feel the devil is close
It's gonna follow me down It's gonna follow me down (let it follow)
Last rites in a lost city I can't fight for a life I've never known Dark lights giving no pity Last rites for the place I call my home
Fear is in the war for society Hungry for the heresy Never atone A spark that glistens for the Souls of a mission Canonize this pile of stones But I'm rebelling now, fighting to save my only life I can feel the rapture is close
It's gonna follow me down It's gonna follow me down (let it follow)
Last rites in a lost city I can't fight for a life I've never known Dark lights giving no pity Last rites for a place I call my home (Woah, ah ah, woah ah-ah) Place I call my home (Woah, ah ah, woah ah-ah) Place I call my home
sanctus dominus I am left alone
Last rites in a lost city I can't fight for a life I've never known Dark lights giving no pity Last rites for a place I call my home (Woah, ah ah, woah ah-ah) Place I call my home (Woah, ah ah, woah ah-ah) Place I call my home