Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells
Just like the old sound
This is the new sound
As they whisper holy things
Ain't it funny how the factory's doors close
Just like the noose wound
That hides the graves beneath the masters hill
Over new ground
Just like the noose wound
This is the new sound
A mass of nameless at the oasis
Round the time that the school doors close
Like ashes in the fall
Over the new ground
Just like the noose wound
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Just like the old sound
Like the pockets of the new world kings
Soon well be free of blot and mixture
Buried for drinking the rivers water
This is the new sound
This is the new sound
Over the new ground
Ain't the new sound
Taking today what tomorrow never brings
Over the new ground
Over the, over the
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
This is the new sound
Take hope here war is elsewhere
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Just like the old sound
Over the new ground
Open up to greet you like the reaper
Just like the old sound
Like ashes in the fall
This is the new sound
Over the new ground
Look at the noose now
Like the priests that fuck you
Sharpened on suffering woven into slings
A mass of promises begin to rupture
Just like the old sound
You were chosen this is God's land
While shackled to the line at the empty well
Ain't it funny how the factory's doors close
Just like the noose wound
Just like the old sound
Over the burning ground
Just like the old sound
Open up to greet you like the reaper
This is the new sound
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
Just like the noose wound
Like ashes in the fall
Listen to the fascist sing
Feeding on hunger and glaring through the promise
Just like the old sound
Seeds planted by our forefathers hand
Just like the noose wound
[Incomprehensible]
Just like the noose wound
Like swollen stomachs in Appalachia
Over the new ground
Round the time that the school doors close