Testo di The Fallen

I`m the hard luck kid Throw the bones on the fire Tear holes through worlds Makin` change through violence Who`s really runnin` The place you call home Who`ll climg the mountain Sell their kisses for god`s love Obsolete factories On rust ground dying Formula cancer America`s crying Decline beauty Worship icons It`s your religion Do what you are told From the top of the mountain Baby we`re fallin` hard down From the top of the mountain Baby we`re fallin` hard down Out in the streets Throw the books on the fire Let them eat debt While they starve on desire Who`s really runnin` The place we call home It`s your religion Believe in the gilded throne From the top of the mountain All doomed liars fall From the top of the mountain To where the people crawl From the top of the mountain To the hard ground below To the ones you`ve forgotten We`ll dance on your tombs Walk with me To the heart of the city To the purple mountains Through the nation of death That steals our future Programs the child Makes change through violence While cries for freedom It worships control And speaks of hollow victories Of the land it stole From the top of the mountain Baby we`re fallin` hard down From the top of the mountain To where the people crawl From the top of the mountain To the hard ground below To the ones you`ve forgotten We`ll dance on your tombs