Progress. by Tripsitter Lyrics

This is a revolt, against the flowers on my empty grave

This is a revolt
Let the ocean through my veins
The streets will be painted in violet
All the remains turn into violence
We fall apart
Because...

This is the pain of the fucking progress
At least we say that we've got nothing to prove
But if we still believe in our dreams
Is it true that we've got nothing
We’ve got nothing to lose?

This is a revolt

At least we fall, let the heaven through my tired eyes
Before the streets will be colored in red
Cause all the remains, I will keep, in my fucking head
Till I'm dead
Till I'm dead
Till I'm dead
We bury each other
(Till I'm dead, till I'm dead)
Till the consequence strikes like a bomb
And delete everything

So let the ocean through my veins

Now, it gets bright around us
We don't care about time and dance
Dance as long as we can
Our feet cannot keep still, because the world is moving too fast
And this is not the end but the last time that we will fall apart
I will fall apart, I will fall apart

Till I'm dead
Till I'm dead
Till I'm dead I've got
Till I'm dead I've got nothing
Till I'm dead I've got nothing
Till I'm dead I've, I've got nothing to lose

This is a revolt against the flowers on my empty grave