Take away the pain,
and all you'll see is a ghost.
Drive away a demon,
and all you'll see is the host.

The host itself, came from something too.
This liar, that walks around like truth.

And, trampled are the ones so pure.
fragile, with veiled allure.
Bodies and souls that are just like mine.
And we're stumbling in rain. Disturbed.
Abused.

Peal off your heavy, damp, black coat. 
Fix your feet, bleeding and full of holes.
We'll dry our damp heels, to face the host. 
And, pull on hardened boots, to protect our soles.