Tripsitter - Progress. | Текст песни

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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.

We bury each other, 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, 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 to lose

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

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