Lyrics Symptoms - Beneath The Massacre

Symptoms

Progress under these terms is slow death.
Chocking under your mass
Consumption.
They’re all symptoms of your fall.
Your system is chocking and
You with it
They’re all symptoms of your fall.
And you finally reached the limits.
Limits
Imposed by its nature
And it’s all futile to live under constant pressure of success and failure.
We
All saw it coming cause the past dictates the future
And we all saw it crash once before.
The thought process seems to be defiant
Faith in a market and a market based on faith.
A faith in an invisible hand
A hand stained with our blood.
Your system is chocking and you with it
They’re all symptoms of your fall.
Progress is death.
And death is progress
Your death;
progress through your death.
We all witness, on and on, your self
Proclaimed royalty.
And kept it quiet, blinded by delusions
By your tricks and games while you bit the hand feeding you.
We all witness
Your downfall, ambitious hopes crashing in a common grave
A common grave you designed.
Your system is chocking, and you with it
They’re all symptoms of your fall.
Progress is death.
Progress: your death
We’ll all progress through your death