No lie is more endemic to this era Nor more diseased Than the lie of progression
No lie is more self-aggrandising Entrenched, hostile to truth Than the lie of progression
Do we not decay? Do we not perish? Unlike those wise with years Our years have brought madness
That by the fact of our own era we must be right More so than those, our fathers, it's held that we advance With every generation, ennobling ourselves In chronocentric and blind narcissistic hell
This world is fated Approaching its nadir Walking the path away From any higher order
The utterances of slaves, flouting eternal laws Suckling at the black teat of Kali with dripping maws Yet victory goes to those who know how to obey In total scorn defying the lie of progressionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
