Semi Thought - Dead Confederate

I can’t hear you when you talk

You’re a muted semi-thought

Going down, down, down, down

Can’t express what can’t be bought

Can’t express in written thought

Going down, down, down, down

Far along we’ve come alone

Throwing sticks will bring you stones

Going down, going

So afraid of all your faults

Just a critic without heart

Going down, down, down, down