Ashes In the Fall

Ashes In The Fall - Rage Against The Machine

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 masters hill

Buried for drinking

The rivers water

While shackled to 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

Listen to the fascist sing

Take hope here

War is elsewhere

You were chosen

This is god's land

Soon well 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 priests that f**k you

As they whisper holy things

A mass of tears have transformed to stones now

Sharpened on suffering

Woven into 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 x2

Over the new ground

Ain't 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 factorys 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 factorys 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

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 the new ground

Like ashes in the fall