Tentative

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’re 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 must bathe 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
Mimes overtaken by the signs of the Right
The bombs are falling overhead with no sight
While you are talking all detached, 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?