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