And 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 seeping through

It's progress till 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 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 the synonym of time

We are all aware of it, but it's nothing we refine

And progress is a debt we all must pay

It's convenience we all cherish; it's 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 till 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