A song about progress.
punk political social roc
Lyrics
Spinning constant circles in perpetual motion,
Variable and florescent, like a spontaneous explosion,
Turning and churning, changing matter into consumables,
Disregarding the tell tale signs make this irreversible,
Spiraling down stair cases of a besieged look out post,
Too drunk or dizzy on encompassments to find that we are hosts,
To the monolith moving earthquake that is greater than us all,
Filled with enough potential to cause the great downfall.
The blinders have masked the vision peripheral,
Because all around use the beacons yell, “It’s inevitable!”
The dieing child and decimated ecosystem,
Scream out for help like an unread apocalypticism,
But the pace is quickened and the slackers left behind,
There’s no room in human progress for a compassionate mind,
So we ignore and ignore and ignore and ignore,
Until the problem can’t be denied anymore.
The streets explode, the dye is cast,
Our leaders can’t protect us, no chance for armistice,
The system is crumbling, no longer can it support itself,
Pandemonium erupts, we drown in our own wealth,
Pain and suffering rears its ugly head,
Before we can stop that monster six billion all are dead,
Only after this will what was out of control,
Be put back in order, this pace returned to normal.