Calling Lyrics

Loud against my face.
The tired awake.
I walked denied.
The tombstone swayed.
I feel soaked with blood.
These all smell my flesh.
The crowds are calling.
Calling me. The crowds are calling me.
These are the lies.
They run from this.
I cannot look, want to collapse.
The Calling.
The Calling

My sheltered minds... they're coming down.
They come again. Down.
Loud against my face.
The tired awake.
I walked denied.
The tomb swayed