We’re like zombies   Like the walking dead   With X’s 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”