The Zombie Song

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”