Superstition taking all of us for a ride
Mind's overtaken by the signs of the right
The bombs are falling overhead with no sight
While you are talking all detached, so tell us

Where are 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 delusionals, they're all in fright
The true believer's head was bathed in sunlight
While you are walking all detached, so tell us

Where are 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?
Ah-ah
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
Mind's 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

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?

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Writer(s): Daron Malakian, Serj Tankian