The land of the living

There are those who are silent yet who talk all of the time

Their faces never really show the way their quiet footsteps go

And when I greet them my mask is just the same

I put no trust in the crooked and the lame

If you want to walk just get up on your feet

And if you want to talk just open your mouth and speak

What is the ugly secret that you cherish in you heart?

The truth you can't stand, that drives you from the land of the living

The land of the living

A smile is not a friendship and those heart-felt words are cheap

They are as shallow as a puddle in the street

Like the tear drops that you shed for the humble and the weak

As you float over their bodies to the promised land you seek

Where there is no one to ask you who you are or what you've done

You're a face without a name with nothing to explain

Oh, the dead who walk among us, what they take they don't give back

See their hollow smiling faces as they ride upon the backs of the living

The land of the living

Addition and subtraction is a cold and sober art

But there is no place for taking stock in matters of the heart

Either you are genuine or you are not

You either mean the things you say or cut the ties and drift away

Inflated with self-righteousness, afloat upon the wind

But for all your bloated virtues, I wouldn't give a sin

My allegiance is to those who are alive

Those who wear it on their sleeve, who do not run and do not hide

Foolish little monkeys playing in the land of the living the

Land of the living