Murmured by the choir tonight Hear heavens open portal A Pentecostal chorus for us Blurred lines through their eyes distort us A lot of people have died right here A chance at heaven A chance in hell Somewhere on the property is a graveyard Faith sold so cheaply Grace priced to sell We're probably standing on it watch where you step Mercy like a tidal wave Show me, is it true Can I take it when I leave here Can it do what nothing else can do? Our hymns hold stories that no one will tell Some of the plots are not marked though Our words seem thoughtless Our prayers as well It's ok, just keep digging, you'll find it If the ghosts could talk in this room What would they say That's none of your concern