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Growing up at a hundred miles per hour
Relentless pursuit of absolute power
Engines of progress full steam ahead
Ranting and raving while being force fed

Deafening sounds of machines humming
Fury and pace of people running
Endless noise of the blood pumping clock
Flash of the lights pulsating nonstop

Tear down these walls Its progress we can have it all
Infrastructure falls Its progress that’s what we call it
Traditions are erased Gone without a trace
Take me back to simpler times and simpler ways
Simpler Days

Round and round spinning our wheels
Into the ground the grinding of the drills
No time for family No time for rest
Got to work quick make the world a mess

Relief is nowhere to be seen
Foreclosure of the American dream
Domino theory takes hold
Our future has been bought and sold

Biding our time
Our chances slip away
Being done in
By devices we create

Twisting-Turning resources burning for our conveniency
Pulling-Ripping out stitching that fuses our families
Fighting-lying we are dying harm that cannot be undone
Breaking-Bending here’s the ending were writing our own requiem
Growing up at a hundred miles per hour   Relentless pursuit of absolute power   Engines of progress full steam ahead   Ranting and raving while being force fed      Deafening sounds of machines humming   Fury and pace of people running   Endless noise of the blood pumping clock   Flash of the lights pulsating nonstop      Tear down these walls Its progress we can have it all   Infrastructure falls Its progress that’s what we call it   Traditions are erased Gone without a trace   Take me back to simpler times and simpler ways   Simpler Days      Round and round spinning our wheels   Into the ground the grinding of the drills   No time for family No time for rest   Got to work quick make the world a mess      Relief is nowhere to be seen   Foreclosure of the American dream   Domino theory takes hold   Our future has been bought and sold      Biding our time   Our chances slip away   Being done in   By devices we create      Twisting-Turning resources burning for our conveniency   Pulling-Ripping out stitching that fuses our families   Fighting-lying we are dying harm that cannot be undone   Breaking-Bending here’s the ending were writing our own requiem