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Rage - Ashes Lyrics 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 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 Aint 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 Aint 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 the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Like ashes in the fall Rage - Ashes Lyrics [P. Wagner/P. Wagner] [With every new record we've got some songs leftover. "Ashes" is from October '88 and was written during the sessions for "Secrets..."] Have you ever heard 'bout the people who burned Somehow immediately down with no reason at all, They didn't play with fire, they had no deathwish and it happened in a few minutes, it destroyed them completely Just like Dr. Bentley, when they found him there was no smoke nor a spell but the ceiling was burned, They found his right leg and the morning gown, It was still intact but the doctor had gone What's this fire that burns the wires? Death by fire from the wires There was nothing left. They found only ashes on the ground Noone could explain, Noone would believe it. It's a phenomenon that's not often been seen, Like an inner heat burns the body complete. This is still a riddle that cuts us down to size We are still quite helpless in our modern days. What's this fire that burns the wires? Death by fire from the wires There was nothing left. They found only ashes on the ground Noone could explain, Noone would believe it. There was nothing left. They found only ashes on the ground In this cdase it seems that our rules are not worth a dime. No way to run and hide the flames come from inside |
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