Ashes, Ashes
We all fall down
I wouldn't sell my soul
Even if god won't around
My mind keep spinning
Like a merry go round
They really won't love me
Till I'm under the ground
They goin put you down
Till you in the ground
Now you in that ground
They going love you now
Ashes, ashes
Now flashes, flashes
Cuz crashes, crashes
Massive masses
Magic matches
Patches of passion
In facist fashion
In alarm of action
Ashes, ashes
Now flashes, flashes
Cuz crashes, crashes
Massive masses
Perception slowly passes
He sees In hourglasses
Great deal of gasses
See how green the grass is
On the other side
Ashes, Ashes
We all fall down
I wouldn't sell my soul
Even if god won't around
My mind keep spinning
Like a merry go round
They really won't love me
Till I'm under the ground
They goin put you down
Till you in the ground
Now you in that ground
They going love you now
Ashes, Ashes
We all fall down