Progress

And Progress is never intelligently planned

Its the facade of our heritage

the odor of our land

They speak of Progress in Red, White and Blue

It's the structure of the future

as demise comes seething through

Its Progress 'til there's nothing left to gain

as the dearth of new ideas

makes us wallow in our shame



So before you go to contribute more

to the destruction of this world you adore

Remember life on earth is but a flash of dawn

we're all a part of it as the day rolls on...



And Progress is a message that we send

One step closer to the future

One inch closer to the end

I say Progress is a synonym of time

We are all aware of it

But it's nothing we refine

And Progress is a debt we all must pay

Its convenience we all cherish

Its pollution we disdain



And the cutting edge is dulling

Too many people to plow through

Just keep your fucking distance

and it can't include you



It's Progress...'til there's nothing left to gain

It's Progress...It's a message that we send

And Progress...Is a debt we all must pay.