Face Down (White Lung)

Shut my mouth real tight There's no room to bite on the herd When the herd squirms All the world's pretend The dim will defend As I sink to the belly of the weak again Drug that living crowd When you want them Throw my name around The dumb won't make a sound When you want them Ugly dies face down Don't make a sound You don't make a sound Don't make a sound They will crawl behind To your little waste of time When you spin spite, I lose my mind All the world's pretend One dime to go and then I sink to the belly of the weak again Drug that living crowd When you want them Throw my name around The dumb won't make a sound When you want them Ugly dies face down Don't make a sound You don't make a sound And die face down You say it's vile You say it's vile You say it's vile And you're right