Progress. - Tripsitter

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