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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 rotting

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 rotting

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

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