Hey there, on that cross
With your breath turned sickly and stale
Your eyes sunk back in your skull
That disaster through your hands
Hey there, little girl
With that charm hanging down 'round your neck
The damned are awash at your feet
And asleep in your dress
There's a voice in our ears
And its promise sits empty and bare
It can change the look on a face
Though it's not really there
Now here in the ground
With our lids and breasts covered in dirt
We can't seem to get to our feet
We can't seem to breathe

The dead sing along
You can't be that boy
You can't be that girl
You can't be that voice
You can't let it go