The Fake Sound of Progress Lostprophets

Somebody told me that I'd always have to bow
If that was true I would have fallen apart by now
The more you think, the less you act their way
So can you hear this, the fake sound of progress?

Never reason with a fool, but is that unkind?
Looks like I've lost my mind once again
I know it all sounds so contrived, but it's got to me
You know I've got to be more than this

Don't frown, don't scorn, cause I walk a different street to you
You look so worn, I bet that life has got you blown
But it will never get to me

Somebody told me that I'd always have to bow
If that was true I would have fallen apart by now
The more you think, the less you act their ways
So can you hear this, the fake sound of progress?

And I feel the way you hold, hold me back from this
Chances that I've missed, now they're gone
Apathy is all I sense, the feeling's too intense
Sitting on the fence and can't decide

Don't frown, don't scorn, cause I walk a different street to you
You look so worn, I bet that life is has got you blown
No body will ever get to me