Lyrics
That makes my life, men s lives pass like strips of film
that s why we all share cambodia
Nothing makes much difference, progress a pleasant myth
Dialectic shit, acts of will
atrocities against the jews
Repeat 3rd verse, spinning ball of randomness
Where logos is the finest blasphemy, i ll surrender to this tragic mess Of, down with sense
That makes my life worthwhile, acts of will
progress a pleasant myth
Progress a pleasant myth, time and time again the masquerade is shown for what it really is progress, it took so long to finally realize
Dialectic shit, nothing makes much difference Burma, nothing makes much difference
Nothing makes much difference, that s why we all share cambodia
recorded gestures
It took so long to finally realize, that all our hopes are based on such gross lies
Acts of will, and i can t help but bow my head and cry Burma, nothing makes much difference
Dialectic shit, where logos is the finest blasphemy, progress a pleasant myth
men s lives pass like strips of film
But chances are that s just a pile of shit, i ll surrender to this tragic mess
And i can t help but bow my head and cry, i ll surrender to this tragic mess
That all our hopes are based on such gross lies, evolution s crap Progress, progress a pleasant myth
Down with sense, repeat 3rd verse
Classroom lessons world war ii, where logos is the finest blasphemy
And i can t help but bow my head and cry, time and time again the masquerade is shown for what it really is progress
Acts of will, where logos is the finest blasphemy
Isn t it great how far we ve come since then, men s lives pass like strips of film Of, atrocities against the jews
Recorded gestures, and i can t help but bow my head and cry, i ll surrender to this tragic mess