White Lung - Face Down lyrics

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 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!