A Séance In The Dark Songtext

All hands on the table, calling them out we are calling them out we are calling them out.
All hands on the table, inside and out we are calling them out from alarms in our mouth.
All hands on me, all hands bury the dead and we are holding our breath and we are holding our breath.
All hands on the table, calling them out we are calling them out we will summon the sounds.
I'd rather watch you than communicate in a dream.
I'd rather watch you than hear your voice in a scream.
All hands on the table, items reveal what is being concealed and what is actually real.
All hands on the table, how do you feel ask them how do they feel tell them what to reveal.
All hands on the table, calling them out we are calling them out we are calling them out.
I smell cinnamon from incense, I smell sandalwood from incense