Ashes In The Fall Lyrics

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Ashes In The Fall Lyrics

Artist 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 master's hill Are buried for drinking The river's 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 we'll

be free Of blot and mixture Seeds planted by our Forefather's hand" A mass of

promises Begin to rupture Like the pockets Of the new world kings Like swollen

stomachs In Appalachia It's the priests that fuck you As they whisper holy

things A mass of tears have transformed to stones now Sharpened on suffering And

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 Over the new ground Ain't it funny how the factory 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 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 This is

the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new

ground Like ashes in the fall

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