When the lights go down you feel it come aliveDriven by the dread of love that never passes byWhen the night unfolds a veil across the dayWaiting for the flood to come to wash the stains awayLook at the clouded skyPoisoned rain, angels cryCracks show in the sealTonigth a thousand angels fallHeavenâs up against the wallChanges holding swayWe can make you anyoneBy the morning weâll be goneThe ministry of saintsYouâre afraid to disappear beneath the wavesBread and circus, bread and wineThey rain on your paradeRound and round and roundYouâre spinning like a wheelCrying for redemption you break the seventh sealWeâre cleansing your soul from sinPlead for you, angels singWeâre taking pride of placeTonigth a thousand angels fallHeavenâs up against the wallAnd change is holding swayWe can make you anyoneBy the morning weâll be goneThe ministry of saintsTonigth a thousand angels fallHeavenâs up against the wallAnd change is holding swayWe can make you anyoneBy the morning weâll be goneThe ministry of saints