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 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
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
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