neill pickupp
Banned
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
Forefather’s hand
A mass of promise
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In applachia
It’s the priests that **** you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And women 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 the new ground
Ain’t it funny how the factory 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 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
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Like ashes in the fall
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
Forefather’s hand
A mass of promise
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In applachia
It’s the priests that **** you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And women 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 the new ground
Ain’t it funny how the factory 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 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
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Like ashes in the fall
