I'm not sure what's worse The waiting or the waiting room "You're next, sir", becomes a cruel taunt to you Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant Your god is a two-door elevator! Do they even cure you (cut me open, drug me) Or is it just to humor us before we die? (Repair all my defects) If only we could heal ourselves We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines Whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa, whoa-whoa Let's redefine! Let's redefine! Let's redefine! Let's redefine! Let's redefine! Let's redefine! What it means to heal Do they even cure you (cut me open, drug me) Or is it just to humor us before we die? (Repair all my defects) If only we could heal ourselves We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines Whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa, whoa-whoa

This town has its claws buried in my neck This town, it takes lives, without mercy, without hate The streets are in distress The sun suffocates behind darkened skies The grass is growing on top of my feet I'm sinking, won't be long, before I'm too deep to run The line up seems endless Underneath the salvation signs We are the dead ones, we are the lost cause We are the bend before the break, our steps seal our fate Because this city, this city is haunted By ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes) Because this city, this city is haunted And there's no hope (hope) left for these souls (souls) Every step I take I leave a small piece Of myself behind, soon there will be nothing left The cracks in the pavement Match the cracks in their weathered skin The sky's a brick wall, the ground's a juggernaut Each day they get a bit closer, between them, I am caught I stare in amazement I can't believe this is where I live Every breath I take I feel my lungs seal This breeze feels more like shards of glass I'm more scars than skin Because this city, this city is haunted By ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes) Because this city, this city is haunted And there's no hope (hope) left for these souls (souls) Our steps seal fate Our steps seal fate This is our celebration Come join the lost souls This is our celebration Come join the lost souls This city, this city is haunted Oh, walk with us Oh, down, walk with us This city, this city is haunted By ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes) Because this city, this city is haunted And there's no hope (hope) left for these souls (souls)

We are not our bodies We are not our minds Halls of black mirrors Struggling to find If we could just witness Some truth in it all Under the cold moon The dark night of the soul Mind, body and spirit are drawn to the flame Let the light and the candle be one in the same Finally see you aren't stuck in one place Sit back behind it in infinite space Trembling hands, tender embrace Shadows merge from the fire, paint a skull on your face Afraid of the truth, afraid of the fear Afraid of the feelings that guided you here in the dark In the dark We are not our bodies We are not our minds Halls of black mirrors Struggling to find If we could just witness Some truth in it all Under the cold moon The dark night of the soul Breathe in the smoke, fell through the floor Passed through the veil, opened the door Seething and angry, raw energy Another dimension has it's claws in me Feminine venomous, I felt afraid The caverns I entered, I never escaped I don't believe in bad trips, there's something to glean Came back to this world, but if felt like a dream in the dark In the dark We are not our bodies We are not our minds Halls of black mirrors Struggling to find If we could just witness Some truth in it all Under the cold moon The dark night of the soul We are not our bodies We are not our minds Halls of black mirrors Struggling to find If we could just witness Some truth in it all Under the cold moon The dark night of the soul The dark night of the soul The dark night of the soul The dark night of the soul The dark night of the soul

Go Strange things happen in the nighttime hours Yesterday's buds, tomorrow's flowers Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver Powerful men raise their hands and deliver All the superstitions to which we all cling While high minds in Geneva ponder E8 vs. string The sun hides itself, concealing its grin And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again Oh, young cardinals Nesting in the trees Oh, hear our song And reign your innocence on me One, two, three, four Strange things happen in the nighttime hours White tails graze and wolves devour Ghosts of old loves are blowing through the pines Nicotine babies being born with no spines The god of the sea is swinging his trident We stoke our fires with the bones of tyrants The sun, it retreats through the dust and the din And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again Oh, young cardinals Nesting in the trees Oh, hear our song And reign your innocence on me Young cardinals take flight Return to nest in the black of night There were things you were not meant to know (oh) Young cardinals take flight Return to nest in the black of night There were things you were not meant to know Oh, young cardinals Nesting in the trees Oh, hear our song And reign your innocence on me Oh, young cardinals Oh, young cardinals Oh, young cardinals Oh