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We cut out all the news
From our own points of view
It's so much easier to see
So much easier to see
How others have it wrong
But you let them sing their song
It doesn't mean you have to hear it
It doesn't mean you have to hear it
There's something comforting about that song they sing
Even though they didn't mean it
You can scream anything from behind a screen
And you never have to own it
You never have to own it
We are all just the living dead
We reach for brains from inside our beds
Searching for slipping humanity
Amid a million screaming voices
I wanna go back to when everything was new
And we talked face to face about it
We talked face to face about it
Now I may have it wrong
But you let me sing my song
It doesn't mean you have to hear it
It doesn't mean you have to hear it
We are the living, living
We are the living, living
We are the living, living dead
Writer/s: Britt Meierhofer
