Progress - For Whom the Bell Tolls [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Progress]
For whom the bell tolls, a tale that's been told
Generations, young and old, stolen and sold
Places near and far, Earth on to Mars
Leaves us bleeding from these scars, that reflect off these stars

Unexplained, just a hoax, men hanging from these ropes
All our hopes, down the drain, going up in blackened smoke
Until we choke, they like to play on our words
Simply what you heard was just a fraction of the curse

It gets even worse as we go on
Dangling from a ledge and we can't hold on
Falling to our deaths and screaming for revenge
Land atop the rocks for a quiet gruesome end

This is the tale of a darkened day
Slipping from the night as the smoke begins to fade
The flag still stands so death finally wins
A centuries' war ceases to end

[Hook: Progress]
For whom the bell tolls
One more night going up in smoke
For whom the bell rings
Listen very closely to the Sirens sing

The clock strikes one
A generation lost to a fallen sun
The clock strikes two
The bell tolls you

[Verse 3: VoiceOfConflict]
The Voice and Pro here to conflict your fears
Demonstrating, penetrating, and inflicting tears
Electrocuting you with an outlet called rap
You waltzed into a trap by tapping this track

Strikes two, tolls you, this Hell is too true
The pain that rains and drains upon the chosen few
Aware of all the deceit that hides in our lives
But not quite scared enough to dive for the knives

Some harness weakness into power as poets
Some sell a smile pretty well and they know it
Others find themselves screaming ‘no’ through a rope
A lost flower in the winter photosynthesizing hope

We know we’ll never be like Lamar or Mathers
We’re not superstars; it’s not what we’re after
We’re making memories that we can transfer into remedies
Thanks for having me Pro, your bro, the VC

[Verse 4: Progress]
Death is the sentence, bring the execution
Fire lights the night with the sound of a movement
Civil war in hell, can't be heard through the bells
Cloaks of black, on the attack we rebel

Sins departed, all broken hearted
Sing to the song of the faith departed
Livin' on a curse makes it worse cause the words
Live on to just inverse every verse that we spurt

Know the time and place to accept your mistakes
The choices you make and the promises you break
Live on through this song, don't be long, we'll go on
In a world of regret where our rage grows strong

Taste defeat like the sting of fresh meat
The pain and suffering the free world brings
So sing and rejoice in the land of untold
For yours is the soul of whom the bell tolls

[Hook x2]

[Outro, Part I: VoiceOfConflict]
We could talk for hours about symbolism through bells
Taking experience from past loves and tales
We’re all meant to be victims of something
At least that makes us more than nothing

[Outro, Part II: Progress]
In the desecration of devastation
This is my enemies' consecrations
A decoration for the story untold
No more will the bell toll