Ashes In the Fall

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 rivers water while
 Shackled to the 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
 This is the new sound, just like the old sound
 Just like the noose wound, over new ground
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 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 Forefathers' hand"
 A mass of promises begin to rupture
 Like the pockets of the new world kings
 Like swollen stomachs in Appalachia
 Like the priest that fucked you as he whispered holy things
 A mass of tears have, transform the stones now
 Sharpened on suffering and woven into the 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
 This is the new sound, just like the old sound
 Just like the noose wound, over 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 factories 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 factories 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?
 Ah, oh!
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 Ah, oh!
 
 Oasis!
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 This is no oasis!
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 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 new ground
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!)
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!)
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!)
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!)
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!)
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!)
 Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!)
 Like ashes in the fall... (Ah, ah!...)