K-POP Lyrics Song

Rage Against The MachineAshes In The Fall

A mass of hands press
on the market window
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring through
the promise
Upon the food that
rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless
at the oasis
That hides the graves
beneath the masters hill
Buried for drinking
The rivers water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over new ground

Listen to the fascist sing
Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon well be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefathers hand
A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
Like the priests that
fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have
transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
Woven into slings
Hope lies in the
rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what
tomorrow never brings
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Ain't the new sound
Just like the old sound
Look at the noose now
Over the over the
over the burning ground
Ain't it funny how the
factorys doors close
Round the time that the
school doors close
Round the time that the
doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you
like the reaper
Ain't it funny how the
factorys doors close
Round the time that the
school doors close
Round the time that a
hundred thousand jail cells
Open up to greet you like
the reaper

This is no oasis

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

A mass of hands press
on the market window
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring through
the promise
Upon the food that
rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless
at the oasis
That hides the graves
beneath the masters hill
Buried for drinking
The rivers water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over new ground

Listen to the fascist sing
Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon well be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefathers hand
A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
Like the priests that
fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have
transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
Woven into slings
Hope lies in the
rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what
tomorrow never brings
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Ain't the new sound
Just like the old sound
Look at the noose now
Over the over the
over the burning ground
Ain't it funny how the
factorys doors close
Round the time that the
school doors close
Round the time that the
doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you
like the reaper
Ain't it funny how the
factorys doors close
Round the time that the
school doors close
Round the time that a
hundred thousand jail cells
Open up to greet you like
the reaper

This is no oasis

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

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