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
