Who wants to come with me and melt in the sun? Superstition taking all of us for a ride Bombs overtaken by the signs of the light The bombs are falling overhead with no sight While you 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 delusional, 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 Mimes overtaken by the signs of the Right The bombs are falling overhead with no sight While you are talking all detached, detached, detached, detached, detached 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 saved us No one saved us No one's gonna save us now Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall