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 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 the new ground      Listen to the fascist sing   Take hope here war is elsewhere   You were chosen this is God's 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 priests that fuck you   As they whisper holy things      A mass of tears have transformed to stones now   Sharpened on suffering woven 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 new ground      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 the new ground      Ain't the new sound   Just like the old sound   Look at the noose now   Over the, over the   Over the burning ground      Ain't it funny how the factory's 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's 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      [Incomprehensible]      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 the new ground      Like ashes in the fall   Like ashes in the fall   Like ashes in the fall   ...