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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 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 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 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?