In Session - Callisto

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 the escape doors

Take me to your leader

Show me what the world is longing for