Progress - Amebix

Progress?

That’s just regression

Technology?

That’s nothing new

«Advance!»

you scream insanely

«Advance»?

From this to what?

And every time you smile, I smell decay, killer!

Your empty eyes stare, cold and grey, look at that face!

Machinery (master?), we’re all expendable

It’s just so obvious, it’s more dependable

This progress will mean a number

Branded to your skin

They lead you to your slaughter

Like they lead a horse to water

They can’t force you to drink

But you do!