Superstition is taking all of us for a ride, lives are been taken by the signs of the right, the bombs are falling overhead with no sight while you are wallking al detached to tell us...
          	- Where are you going?
          	+ to the bottom
          	- do you hear us?
          	+We are rotting, We are going down in a spiral onto the ground and no one is going to save us now, not even god...
          	Where do you spect us to go when the bombs fall?