Myth Of Progress

They rise,
The reviled,
Hard-wired,
Hearts beat to the pulse,
Dive into the river,
Of vacuous drones.

The cleansed,
The possessed,
The maligned,
Extinguished of soul.

The source of
The many
Corrupted by few,
The whole world
Imprisoned,
By lecherous fools,
Time best spent spending
It back to you

I'm fading,
Yeah,
And you know,
All is not lost,
You're fading,
Yeah,
Yet you know,
All is one.

The source of
The many
Corrupted by few,
The whole world
Imprisoned,
By lecherous fools,
Time best spent spending
It back to you.

I'm fading,
Yeah,
And you know,
All is not lost,
You're fading,
Yeah,
Yet you know,
All is one.

We will walk
Through fire,
And dismantle
The dark,
We amplify,
And bury the past
We will walk
Through fire