Tentative

Superstition taking all of us for a ride
Mines overtaken by the signs of the
Right
The bombs are falling overhead with no sight
While you are talking
all detached, so tell us

Where you going
To the bottom
Do you hear
us
We are all dead

We’re going down in a spiral to the
ground

No one, no one’s gonna save us now
Ceremonies have killed
religions for they provide
The masked comforts to delusionals, they’re all in
fright
The true believer’s head was bathed in sunlight
While you are
walking all detached, so tell us

Where you going
To the bottom
Do
you hear us
We are all dead

We’re going down in a spiral to the
ground
No one, no one’s gonna save us now
Not even God, no one saved
us
No one’s gonna save us

Where do you expect us to go when the bombs
fall?

Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?

Where do
you expect them to go when the bombs fall?

Where do you expect us to go
when the bombs fall?

Superstition taking all of us for a ride
Mines
overtaken by the signs of the Right
The bombs are falling overhead with no
sight
While you are talking all detached, detached, detached, detached,
detached, detach.

Going down, in a spiral to the ground
No-one,
no-one’s gonna save us now (not even God)
No one saved us, no one saved
us
No one saved us, no one’s gonna save us now

Where do you expect us
to go when the bombs fall?

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