Callisto In Session
Sunday comes alive
Within the confines of this monumental might
In session we arrive, leaving all behind
Blessings brought upon no one
Meet the mundane, lukewarm and the whores
Please confirm them
The rapture treated way behind closed doors
Please come for them
Oh Lord, where can a man go
We're all lead astray
Healing for the crowds
Underground, the catacombs we roam
Flee through escape doors
Take me to your leader
Show me what the world is longing for
Oh Lord, where can a man go
We're all lead astray
