Wayward Ghosts

There’s no movement in this room there’s no spirit to consume
Kissing corpses on display mouthing only words of agony
We can walk away into the night
If it all comes down we must burn before we drown
This is a call to higher ground
We’ve seen it all before why do we still open the door
For wayward ghosts from whitewashed graves
Tragic lives still begging to be saints
Well mark me a sinner if this is what you’ve saved