كلمات Progress

Progress? That's just regression Technology? That's nothing new "Advance!" you scream insanely "Advance"? From this to what? [Chorus:] 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!