Tomb Room

Walking past the tombs,
I wonder if there's room-for me?
Can't you see?
It's where I should be
Trading the sinners for
Your trouble at the door
It's comical to hear you scream
Your faith don't mean a thing
Virtue falters
It's no fault of yours

Let's say goodbye in case I need-what I need
Can't you see this is the end of me?
It's where I should be
Find the vein
Of collective shame