======================There are those who are silent yes who talk all of the timeTheir faces never really show the way their quiet footsteps goAnd when I greet them my mask is just the sameI put no trust in the crooked and the lameIf you want to walk just get up on your feetAnd if you want to talk just open your mouth and speakWhat is the ugly secret that you cherish in you heartThe truth you can't stand, that drives you from the land of the livingThe land of the livingA smile is not a friednship and those heart-felt words are cheapThey are as shallow as a puddle in the streetLike the tear drops that you shed for the humble and the weakAs you float over their bodies to the promised land you seekWhere there is no one to ask you who you are or what you've doneYou're a face without a name with nothing to explainOh, the dead who walk among us, what they take they don't give backSee their hollow smiling faces as they ride upon the backs of the livingThe land of the livingAddition and subtraction is a cold and sober artBut there is no place for taking stock in matters of the heartEither you are genuine or you are notInflated with self-righteousness, afloat upon the windBut for all your bloated virtues, I wouldn't give a sinMy allegiance is to those who are aliveThose who wear it on their sleeve, who do not run and do not hideFoolish little monkeys playing in the land of the livingThe land of the living