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
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 again
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
And you're right