We're like zombies Like the walking dead With X's (excess) in our eyes And music in our heads We've forgotten Our first love And made it pictures Of crosses and doves Remember when we were real Back when we could feel? Once we were in this Now we're of this Jesus, turn these tables over We all follow But we're standing still Reciting dead words With hopeless zeal We're all preachers With our mouths closed Clothing messages In sugar coats Remember when we were real Back when we could feel? Once we were in this Now we're of this Jesus, turn these tables over I wanna hide beneath the pretty paint I wanna be okay with everything I wanna be transformed and stay the same I wanna be dry in the rain Remember when we were real Back when we could feel? Once we were in this Now we're of this Jesus, turn these tables over Running in this stupid circle Running in the stupid circle Our souvenirs won't be worth a single thing And Truth will never be "in"