Lirik Lagu Ashes In The Fall ~ 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 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

Listen to the facist sing

"Take hope here

War is elsewhere

You were chosen

This is Gods 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 new ground

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 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 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 its funny how the factory 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

Oh, oh

Oasis

This is no oasis

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 the new ground

Like ashes in the fall