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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