Ashes In the Fall - 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 master’s hill

Buried for drinking the river’s 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 fascist sing

«Take hope here, war is elsewhere

You were chosen, this is God’s 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 transformed 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 the new ground

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

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?

Oasis

This is no oasis

This is the new sound, just like that 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

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

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

Like ashes in the fall

Like ashes in the fall

Like ashes in the fall

Like ashes in the fall