There's a church here Buried deep Underneath a boiling sea Skeletons Dressed like you and me Searching for the means to speak It's risen from grave So wild it can't be tamed Flesh stitched to flesh We're making a monster Just a pauper Among kings He kills butterflies Eats their wings There's a crypt filled with childhood dreams Burning Bursting from the seams The blood The sweat The tears Make me