Children born and raised on a Sunday
Hearing what their leaders say
Singing along
A story missing to the ones who won't listen
All the words are left alone
But I've been running out
Fighting to stay above the line
I can feel the devil is close so

It's gonna follow me down
It's gonna follow me down (gonna follow!)

Last rites in a lost city
I can't fight for a life I've never known
Dark lights giving no pity
Last rites for a place I call my home

And fear is in the war for society
Hungry for the heresy
Never atone
A spark that glistens for the
Souls of a mission
Canonize this pile of stones
But I'm rebelling now
Fighting to save my only life and
I can feel the rapture is close so

It's gonna follow me down
It's gonna follow me down (gonna follow!)

Last rites in a lost city
I can't fight for a (life I've never known)
Dark lights giving no pity
Last rites for a place I call my home
Whoa-ooh, whoa-ooh
Whoa-ooh, whoa-ooh
Whoa-ooh, whoa-ooh

Sanctus
Dominus
I am left alone
Go!

Last rites in a lost city
I can't fight for a life I've never known
Dark lights giving no pity
Last rites for a place I call my home
For a place I call my home
Whoa-ooh, whoa-ooh
Whoa-ooh, whoa-ooh