Progess

And the progress is not intelligently planned
It's 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
It's progress, 'til there's nothing left to gain
As the dearth of new ideas makes us wallow in our shame

So before you go, contribute more
To the destruction of this world you adore
Remember life on Earth is but a flash of dawn
We're all 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