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 friednship 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