Face Down

White Lung -Face Down

Shut my mouth real tight

There's no proof to find on the earth

And the herd squirms

All the worlds pretend

The dim will defend

And I'll sink to the belly

Of the weak again

Drug the living crowd

When you are dead

Throw my name around

The dumb won't make a sound

When you are dead

Ugly dies face down

You don't make a sound

You don't make a sound

Don't make a sound

They will crawl behind

Your little waist and you spin despite

I lose my mind

All the worlds pretend

One dime to go and

I sink to the belly

Of the weak again

Drug the living crowd

When you are dead

Throw my name around

The dumb won't make a sound

When you are dead

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

You're right