A crack in the wall, the living fall, they won't come back to life
Patch it up, break it down, rip the lining to the ground
A hole in the ceiling, the curtains are shredding
Fighting against spirits that harm you form within
You know very well that you will never win

Through a crack in the wall, the spirits are bleeding
Can I hear them scream? Can I hear them crying?
Through a crack in the wall, their voices echoing
You know very well that you will never win

A crack in the wall, the living fall, they won't come back to life
Patch it up, break it down, you let them wear the crown
A hole in the ceiling, your conscience is fading
Have no regrets and start forgetting
That you know very well that you will never win

That crack in the wall, as the living fall, as you are dying
Patch it up, breaking down, burn everything to the ground
A hole in the ceiling, the rain is pouring, evaporating
Fighting against the flames that consume from within
Fighting back, thinking, there's still a way to win

Through a crack in the wall, their voices echoing...