Face Down Lyrics & Chords By White Lung

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!