Dead Progress

You kept existing in a country of divide Crawling under the rights of a wasted parasite Your citys burn for the pleasure of flesh prison Under their wrath nothing means their's a way out Am I existing for the sake of any condamned man A relief for the ignorant A grave for any of the well thinking A tomb of lies Is there anything you learnt from being dead Is there anything new worth living for And you kept singing songs Even after their death And you kept singing songs After every proof of nothingness You kept existing in a country of divide Crawling under the rights of a wasted parasite Your citys burn for the pleasure of flesh prison Under their wrath nothing means their's a way out Suffering end with the light Never stop beliving lies Never stop beliving lies Ignorance Dead Progress