Symptoms - Beneath The Massacre

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