Câmera - House Of The Holy Sins

Here we can be saints and devils without regret.
We feel crowded in our own loneliness.
There's no judgment to each word we spell.
We're just coins in the bottom of the well.

In the House of the Holy Sins.
Voices fades like the salt in the sea.
In the House of the Holy Sins.
No one contests or even disagree.

Ghosts and fears won't bother you here.
Your own ghosts and fears won't bother you here.
Suddenly our scars are healed
With no pain and no tears

In the House of the Holy Sins.
Voices fades like the salt in the sea.
In the House of the Holy Sins.
No one contests or even disagree.

In the House of the Holy Sins.
Voices fades like the salt in the sea.
In the House of the Holy Sins.
No one contests or even disagree.