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Superstition taking all of us for a rideMimes overtaken by the signs of the RightThe bombs are falling overhead with no sightWhile you are talking all detached, so tell us
Where you goingTo the bottomDo you hear usWe are rotting
We're going down in a spiral to the groundNo one, no one's gonna save us now
Ceremonies have killed religions for they provideThe masked comforts to delusionals, they're all in frightThe true believer's head was bathed in sunlightWhile you are walking all detached, so tell us
Where you goingTo the bottomDo you hear usWe are rotting
We're going down in a spiral to the groundNo one, no one's gonna save us nowNot even God, no one saved usNo 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 rideMimes overtaken by the signs of the RightThe bombs are falling overhead with no sightWhile you are talking all detached, detached, detached,detached, detached
Going down, in a spiral to the groundNo one, no one's gonna save us nowNot even God, no one saved us, no one saved usNo one saved us, no one's gonna save us now
Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?.