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