In the Wake of Progress - The Great Deceiver

Buried alive

In a history rewritten

The achievements

Of the golden generation

Hardened by ordeals

We swallow blind with ease

With ignorance we are blessed

By distractions suppressed

No grief, no grief

No shame, no vindication

The questions never asked

They hold the answers

To what will become

The loss of our freedom

The price that is won

A static heir at birth

To a place in the big machine

To forget the essence

Of who we are

To forget our dreams

An emptiness

All our earthly comforts

Never will relieve

No grief, no grief

No shame, no vindication

To forget the essence

Of who we are

To forget our dreams

An emptiness

All our earthly comforts

Never will relieve

No grief, no grief

No shame, no vindication

To forget the essence

Of who we are

To forget our dreams

An emptiness

All our earthly comforts

Never will relieve

No grief, no grief

No shame, no vindication