The whimper of the whipped dogs

I've got to face this casually
And quit singing songs about freedom
Now it's time to close our eyes
And hope it all blows over
You've got to see yourself
For who you are
When it's not too hard to deal with

Long - Gone - Down - Dead
Long - Gone - Down - Dead

Pull me out of the rain
I'm drowning
Hold my head under water
So I can't breathe

Right the wrongs of the world
I'm waiting
Keep repeating your lies
Until they sound like the truth

Prophecy - Prophecy - Prophecy
No one hears you
Sanctify - Sanctify - Sanctify
No one listens anyway

Long - Gone - Down - Dead
Long - Gone - Down - Dead

The anger flows like spilled wine
And soothes me with its calm acquaintance
It feels okay to lose control
And act out with no clear reason

You've got to hide yourself
From who you are
When it's not too hard to deal with

Long - Gone - Down - Dead
Long - Gone - Down - Dead