Stansville

Stansville seems a pleasant town
Lookin in from the outside

Yet one secret has them down
Something buried underground

Hear the bell toll in their church
Eyes go dead cult converge

See the leader in their priest
Gather people for the fiest

And if you want to say no
You wont see the sunrise

Yet they feel it every day
Every second spent awake
Like an inner calling

Slowly lines will start to blur
People screaming from the church
Driven by the hunger

Yet they feel it every day
Every second spent awake
Like an inner calling

Slowly lines will start to blur
People screaming from the church
Driven by the hunger

Driven by the hunger
Driven by the hunger
Driven by the hunger