"The Living Dead"

Specters of the present
In a place we call time
Where the living and dead
Align
And breathe the same air
Both the truth and the lie
How can you make black and white
Coincide?

We are walking paradoxes
We are the living dead
All our blood, sweat and tears
An anointing for our heads

Rejoicing and resentment
Singing, laughing, crying
Where rain falls on the rich
And the blind
With gravity oppressing
Trees still reach to the sky
That seeds could die
To yield to life

We are walking paradoxes
We are the living dead
All our blood, sweat and tears
An anointing for our heads

We are born into the sickness
And our fighting is relentless
Still He died for our forgiveness
Yeah, He offers all his riches

We are walking paradoxes
We are the living dead
All His blood, sweat and tears
His blood, sweat and tears
An anointing for our heads