All around there’s lots of people
But they stand so still their eyes I see right through
Smile beside these walls I tremble
As they’re digging down my back with rusted blades
Cut around until there’s nothing left
Bury the form of me, and trace my Silhouette
Cut around until there’s nothing left
Bury the form of me, and trace my Silhouette
Even now through crowds of people
I cringe inside with passing every face
Whispering with eyes of evil
And they’re crushing every moment I’m awake
Look around at all the people
Their mouths, their jaw, their eyes are clouds of gray
Every town and every steeple
And they’re calling, calling, calling from the grave