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 and I sink to the belly of the weak again 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 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 --- Face Down - White Lung