And Progress Is Not Intelligently Planned; Lyrics

And Progress Is Not Intelligently Planned; lyrics

Going through a world of sad debris,
Regard quixoitic reveries of
ownership:
The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion,
The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision.
But I want
something more.
Racing through a life of tragic wastage,
I experience
the loss of trust and innocence.
The billowing cyclone of time has blown
away our reasons
As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid
collision.
But I want something...
More.