Matt Schimelfenig - Black Hills lyrics

[Verse 1] Intellectually rigorous With the things that make us feel We tell ourselves that we're alright But it's the numbness that we feel [Pre-Chorus] So bring me back to those good days I was fine with my old ways Bring me back to those good days I was fine with my old ways [Chorus] And the prisoners still stay And the prisoners still stay And the prisoners still stay Long after the guards went away [Post-Chorus] So, let me run in the Black Hills Let me go on my free will Let me run in the Black Hills Let me go on my free will [Verse 2] Self-righteous sensibility Well, your forefathers never founded me And it's the same level of a different game Well, I've got ten gods but my devil's the same [Pre-Chorus] So you can rot in those badlands I was fine with my own hands Let ‘em rot in those badlands I was fine with my own hands [Chorus] And the prisoners still stay And the prisoners still stay And the prisoners still stay Long after the guards went away [Post-Chorus] So, let me run in the Black Hills Let me go on my free will Let me run in the Black Hills Let me go on my free will