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Superstition taking all of us for a ride Mines 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 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 believers' head was bathed 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 Mines 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 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 saved us No one saved us, no one's gonna save us now Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?