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!