The Innovation Letra

I can't say things look good for me

But everyone has their cross to bear
Mines fat at the ankles with dishevelled hair
Everybody knows how to love and to hate
and everybody points the fickle finger of fate

So are you happy in typicality?
Singing the same old songs of what it could've been
Think about yourself conclusively
Think about yourself in tranquility

Well progress ain't no fucking harness
It's what we need to set us free
Their traditions are insincere
Its their biggest lie and their biggest cheat

Now its time for a social upheavel
Their new intentions disregard civil evils
They still hide in their forts today
Let 'em know the innovation wont go away