Walking Dead

Why must the truth cut so deeply
Between skin and the core of me?
Why do we live so pretentiously?
In our own skin, we're all hiding

God forbid that we step on someone's toes

A living, breathing generation of the walking dead
Believing nothing is wrong but everything always is

And it's all for the greater good
We built the bridge from Earth to Hell
Even though grace could really save us all
We just can't seem to get over ourselves

God forbid that we step on someone's toes

A living, breathing generation of the walking dead
Believing nothing is wrong but everything always is

All the things we think we need
All the things we need have taken His place
All the things we think we need
Have taken His place, have taken His place

God forbid that we step on someone's toes
God descend, trade for flesh these hearts of stone

A living, breathing generation of the walking dead
Believing nothing is wrong but everything always is