
Date of issue: 01.11.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ashes In the Fall |
A mass of hands press on the market window |
Ghosts of progress dressed in slow death |
Feeding on hunger and glaring through the promise |
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle |
A mass of nameless at the oasis |
That hides the graves beneath the master’s hill |
Buried for drinking the river’s water while |
Shackled to the the line at the empty well |
This is the new sound, just like the old sound |
Just like the noose wound over the new ground |
This is the new sound, just like the old sound |
Just like the noose wound over new ground |
Listen to the fascist sing |
«Take hope here, war is elsewhere |
You were chosen, this is God’s land |
Soon we’ll be free of blot and mixture |
Seeds planted by our forefathers' hand» |
A mass of promises begin to rupture |
Like the pockets of the new world kings |
Like swollen stomachs In Appalachia |
Like the priest that fucked you as he whispered holy things |
A mass of tears have transformed the stones now |
Sharpened on suffering and woven into the slings |
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress |
Taking today what tomorrow never brings |
This is the new sound, just like the old sound |
Just like the noose wound over the new ground |
This is the new sound, just like the old sound |
Just like the noose wound over new ground |
This is the new sound, just like the old sound |
Just like the noose wound over the new ground |
Ain’t the new sound just like the old sound? |
Look at the noose now, over the, over the, over the burning ground |
Ain’t it funny how the factory’s doors close? |
'Round the time that the school doors close? |
'Round the time that the doors of the jail cells |
Open up to greet you like the reaper? |
Ain’t it funny how the factory’s doors close? |
'Round the time that the school doors close? |
'Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells |
Open up to greet you like the reaper? |
Oasis |
This is no oasis |
This is the new sound, just like that old sound |
Just like the noose wound over the new ground |
This is the new sound, just like the old sound |
Just like the noose wound over new ground |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |
Like ashes in the fall |