HERE'S TO THE LIVING (© John MacLean 2004) Loved ones lost, they won't be back Countless more, dressed in black With clouded eyes and faces drawn Memories search for faces ever gone But before shock even sets full in Snake oil salesmen slither in With hearts of tin worn on their sleeves They sleekly comfort those who grieve As they steal our hearts, feed on our dread And slyly defile our newly dead So here's to the living Those who survive Who fill the holes in shattered lives Shattered lives On that day you lose your loved one Learn you're left all on your own The strength to rise will come from Those you love and long nights alone Not weeping words from perfect strangers Softly whispering their perfect lies Not righteous prayers from sly shape changers Who pray with hooded eyes We're better off not even mourning For Judas to see Yes here's to the living Those who survive Who fill the holes in shattered lives Their shattered lives Song List Home