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And progress is not intelligently planned |
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It's the facade of our heritage |
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The odor of our land |
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They speak of progress |
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In red, white and blue |
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It's the structure of the future |
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As demise comes seething through |
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It's progress 'til there's nothing left to gain |
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As the dearth of new ideas |
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Makes us wallow in our shame |
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So before you go to contribute more |
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To the destruction of this world you adore |
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Remember life on earth is but a flash of dawn |
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And we're all part of it as the day rolls on |
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And progress is a message that we send |
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One step closer to the future, one inch closer to the end |
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I say progress is a synonym of time |
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We are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine |
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And progress is a debt we all must pay |
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It's convenience we all cherish, it's pollution we disdain |
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And the cutting edge is dulling, too many people to plow through |
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Just keep your fuckin' distance and it can't include you |
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It's progress 'til there's nothing left to gain |
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It's progress, it's a message I'll send |
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It's progress, it is a debt we all must pay |
