Tentative

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-re 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 that they provide
The masked comfort to delusional they-re all in fright
The true believers head was bathed in the sunlight
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
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 us 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?