Somewhere there's a choice being made
For the mass by the will of a broken few
guided by the hand of the guilty
praised as the cure for a curse

really this is all catastrophic
and we tell it to the hull of a sinking ship
scratching for a breath at the surface
praying for the ropes to slip

i always knew that the damned would inherit the earth
as soon as they learned to speak, we would be suffering
sucking on the scraps of a wicked well
we were bound by need, to vicious villainy

tear it down start again
listen, every trace of stale scars can mend

then we will sing,
the way things used to be
the way things used to be
the way things used to be
the way things used to be

i always knew that the damned would inherit the earth
as soon as they learned to speak, we would be suffering
sucking on the scraps of a wicked well
we were bound by need, to vicious villainy

tear it down start again

i always knew that the damned would inherit the earth
as soon as they learned to speak, we would be suffering
choking on the scraps of a wicked well
we were bound by need, to vicious villainy

i always knew that the damned would inherit the earth
as soon as they learned to speak, we would be suffering
sucking on the scraps of a wicked well
and we were bound by need, to vicious villainy

tear it down start again



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    My Interpretation:I think this song is expressing the belief that the world is ruled by the corrupted who do more bad than good for society. And that the mass (the rest of the world) are blinded to this and see these rulers as saviors. The only way to end this problem is for society to be destroyed and rebuilt, "tear it down, start again"
    SykoTaxmanon January 08, 2012   Link
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    General Comment:The lyrics are actually
    'And we're tethered to the hull of a sinking ship'
    Daarnon June 24, 2011   Link
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    General Comment:Somewhere there’s a choice being made, for the mass by the will of a broken few. Guided by the hand
    of the guilty. Praised as a cure for a curse. When really this is all catastrophic, and we’re tethered to the
    hull of a sinking ship, scratching for a breath at the surface, praying for the ropes to slip. / I always
    knew that the damned would inherit the earth. As soon as they learned to speak we would be suffering.
    Sucking on the scraps of the wicked wealth, we were bound by need to vicious villainy. / Tear it down,
    start again, erasing every trace so stale scars can mend. Then we will sing,”The way things used to be”.
    / I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth. As soon as they learned to breed we would
    be suf fering. Choking on the scr aps of the wic ked wealth. We we’re bound by need to vicious villa iny.
    yrsbrnon June 26, 2011   Link

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