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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 master's hill Are buried for drinking The rivers water while Shackled to the 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 facist sing "Take hope here War is elsewhere You were chosen This is Gods land Soon we'll 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 priest that fucked you As he whispered holy things A mass of tears have transform the stones now Sharpened on suffering And woven into the 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 factory 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 its funny how the factory 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 Oh, oh Oasis 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 Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha)

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