Testo The Whimper Of Whipped Dogs

I've got to face this casually
And quit singing songs about freedom,
So 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 so
Hard to deal with. Long. Gone. Down. Dead.
Poll me out of the rain. I'm drowning, hold my head
Under water so I can't breath,
Right the wrongs of the world, I'm waiting,
Keep repeating your lies
Until they sound like the truth,
Prophesy, no one hears you.
Sanctify, no one listens anyway,
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 so hard to deal with.
Long. Gone. Down. Dead.