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