Progression in society blinds the wise and feeds the children new

gadgets and tools to trample the same path each time The cycle is

not to abandon else diversity will run out of the hands of those in

control Is this what we have still left? Progression in techniques

as our meadow Because we've got no more breading, for creativity

The autopilot is still on course Why would we complicate our

collective cause? Evolution or the one to rule them all, are too

short sighted to comprehend it all, we are prisoners in the heart and

in the mind. Technical progression is used as an index of what's

still to come, what we can find. To mask the face of our humanity so

we're blind When we're honest how easy is it to melt in with the

pack? The most of us don't even reach the point to step out of the

bus This mean of mass transport a synonym for our progression has

never let us to real satisfaction Please forget the stories of their

experimental bliss Once you confirm you'll be hypnotized become

a zombie of community life end your term, all for the profit and

benefits of the firm!