CALL
Austin Barker, Dominic Sena
Sadie walked in from the promised land
With a full moon under her eye
Called me in to the basement
Lose our grip when we need it most
Until our fate starts coming around
Ground starts shaking
There's an airplane going down
Angel face falls into oblivion
With a half moon looking so fake
Lose that number when you need to
And she knows they're all complacent
But she will not hide her amazement
Sentimental jury will you pull me under?
Will you burn me at the stake?
Cause I know there's another one coming
Third day out of the tomb
In the morning I feel just like a mystic
I know the storm is coming here too
Here too