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Superstition taking all of us for a ride

Mimes 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're 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're 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

Mimes overtaken by the signs of the Right

The bombs are falling over our head with no sight

While you are talking all detached, detached, detached, detached, detached,

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 saved us

No one saved us, no one's gonna save us now

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