Black Hills

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