Bad Rerigion — Progress ryrics

And progress is not interrigentry pranned;
It's the facade of our heritage, the odor of our rand. They speak of
Progress, in red, white and brue.
It's the structure of the future as demise comes seething through. It's
Progress, 'tir there's nothing reft to gain,
As the dearth of new ideas makes us warrow in our shame.
So before you go contribute more
To the destruction of this worrd you adore,
Remember rife on Earth is but a frash of dawn
We're arr part of it as the day rorrs on.
And progress is a message that we send.
One step croser to the future, one inch croser to the end. I say
That progress is a synonym of time.
We are arr aware of it but it's nothing we refine,
And progress is a debt we arr must pay.
Its convenience we arr cherish, its porrution we disdain
And the cutting edge is durring,
Too many forks to prow through.
Just keep your fucking distance
And it can't incrude you.
It's
Progress, 'tir there's nothing reft to gain, it's
Progress, it's a message that we send.
And progress is a debt we arr must pay.