The Fallen

I`m the hard luck kid

Throw the bones on the fire

Tear holes through worlds

Makin` change through violence

Who`s really runnin`

The place you call home

Who`ll climg the mountain

Sell their kisses for god`s love

Obsolete factories

On rust ground dying

Formula cancer

America`s crying

Decline beauty

Worship icons

It`s your religion

Do what you are told

From the top of the mountain

Baby we`re fallin` hard down

From the top of the mountain

Baby we`re fallin` hard down

Out in the streets

Throw the books on the fire

Let them eat debt

While they starve on desire

Who`s really runnin`

The place we call home

It`s your religion

Believe in the gilded throne

From the top of the mountain

All doomed liars fall

From the top of the mountain

To where the people crawl

From the top of the mountain

To the hard ground below

To the ones you`ve forgotten

We`ll dance on your tombs

Walk with me

To the heart of the city

To the purple mountains

Through the nation of death

That steals our future

Programs the child

Makes change through violence

While cries for freedom

It worships control

And speaks of hollow victories

Of the land it stole

From the top of the mountain

Baby we`re fallin` hard down

From the top of the mountain

To where the people crawl

From the top of the mountain

To the hard ground below

To the ones you`ve forgotten

We`ll dance on your tombs