Ashes In The Fall Lyrics - The Battle Of Los Angeles - Rage Against The Machine

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 the new ground 

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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 

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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's 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 factory's 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 

[Incomprehensible] 

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 

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