White Washed Tomb

You're nothing but a whitewashed tomb

Clean on the outside

But full of dead man's bones

Your soul knows no life

But you say no one should question you

No on can talk to you

There's just no getting through

Full of your altar ego

Spiritual fashion show

You're a whitewashed tomb

The Spirit's like the wind blows

How could you know which way He goes

Pretending that you have control

Of a God you barely know

You're a whitewashed tomb

You're a whitewashed tomb