Progress Lyrics - Crashdog

Sear the guilt throbbing in our 

heads, now we sleep in our blood 

beds. Rid ourselves of God, the 

crutch, our broken legs don't hurt 

so much. 

Reaching forward, falling back, the 

more we progress, the more we lack. 

At Nagasaki we built a sun right on 

the ground. At least we won. Use 

the pretty, lose the rest, it's evolution 

at its best. 

Lay in beds of anger, talking in our 

sleep. Mumble words of vengeance, 

songs of world peace.