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 it's 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.