text: 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 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 Gods 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 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
  Aint the new sound just like the old sound?
  Look at the noose now, over the, over the, over the burning 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?
  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