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