Black Hills Lyrics

Intellectually rigorous with the things that make us feel
We tell ourselves that we're alright
But it's the numbness that we feel
Bring me back to those good days
I was fine with my old ways
And the prisoners still stay, the prisoners still stay
The prisoners still stay, long after the guards went away
Let me run in the Black Hills
Let me go on my free will
Let me run in the Black Hills
Let me go on my free will
Self-righteous sensibility
Well, your forefathers never founded me
And it's the same level of a different game
Well, I've got ten gods but my devil's the same
So you can rot in those badlands
I was fine with my own hands
Let 'em rot in those badlands
I was fine with my own hands
The prisoners still stay, the prisoners still stay
The prisoners still stay, long after the guards went away
Let me run in the Black Hills
Let me go on my free will