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