Progress - Mission Of Burma

Down with history

Down with sense

Nothing makes much difference

I’ll surrender to this tragic mess

Spinning ball of randomness

Where logos is the finest blasphemy

Men’s lives pass like strips of film

Recorded gestures, acts of will

I’d like to think that down through time

They’d compose a logical line

But chances are that’s just a pile of shit

And I can’t help but bow my head and cry

It took so long to finally realize

That all our hopes are based on such gross lies

Classroom lessons World War II

Atrocities against the Jews

Never again our solemn vow

That’s why we all share Cambodia

Isn’t it great how far we’ve come since then?

(Repeat 3rd verse)

Dialectic shit

Evolution’s crap

Time and time again the masquerade is

Shown for what it really is

Progress, progress a pleasant myth

Progress a pleasant myth

Progress, progress

Pleasant myth

That makes my life worthwhile

That makes my life

Oh