The Fake Sound Of Progress — текст песни (Lostprophets)

Somebody told me that I always have to bow

if that was true I would have fallen apart by now

The more u think, the less u act their ways

so can u hear this, the fake sound of progress



Never reason with a fool, but is that unkind,

looks like I lost my mind once again

I know it all sounds so contrived, but its got to me

u know I`ve got to be more than this

don`t frown, don`t scorn, cus I walk a different street to u

u look so worn, i bet that life is has got you blown

but it will never get to mee

somebody told me that I always have to bow

if that was true I would have fallen apart by now

the more u think, the less u act their ways

so can u hear this, the fake sound of progress

and I feel the way u hold, hold me back from this

chances that I`ve missed, now their gone

apathy is all I sense, the feelings too intense

sitting on a fence and cant decide

don`t frown, don`t scorn, cus I walk a different street to u

u look so worn, i bet that life is has got you blown

no body will ever get to me

somebody told me that I always have to bow

if that was true I would have fallen apart by now

the more u think, the less u act their ways

so can u hear this, the fake sound of progress



All these words that I accounted for, never fear another day

always charged but I need more, make me take away

tell me now, can u hear the sound

of all these people falling down

growing back into the ground let me smile again...

smile



Tell me now can u hear the sound, of the record spinning

round and round, for on and on it sounds like the same old

song that I keep singing, it sounds like



dah dah dah dah (yeahyeah sounds like) dah dah dah dah

(all these words that I accounted for, I`ll never fear another day)



(improv!!)



somebody told me that I always have to bow

if that was true I would have fallen apart by now

the more u think, the less you act their ways

so can you hear this, the fake sound of progress



yeah yeah yeah progress



make me smile again

(the fake sound of progress)