Servants of progress

	作曲 : Netherton
	Bred for the wheel...
	Running like a dog far too long
	waiting for a chance to 'be'
	learning your lessons with pride then fall into line
	your class inclination is to work
	consume
	and breed
	you bury your dead where you eat
	but never forget this world is infinite
	Work another day
	punch that clock
	watching your life pass by
	sucking all flesh from the bone
	your fruit all but rotten
	a spectar comes haunting again as Babylon sleeps
	your enemies once were your friends
	your lovers
	your life...all dead
	You are your own destroyer...
	Hang the masters from the highest tree and let their dead eyes stare back at
	their children
	...is this how we want to live...?

	zuò qǔ : Netherton
	Bred for the wheel...
	Running like a dog far too long
	waiting for a chance to ' be'
	learning your lessons with pride then fall into line
	your class inclination is to work
	consume
	and breed
	you bury your dead where you eat
	but never forget this world is infinite
	Work another day
	punch that clock
	watching your life pass by
	sucking all flesh from the bone
	your fruit all but rotten
	a spectar comes haunting again as Babylon sleeps
	your enemies once were your friends
	your lovers
	your life... all dead
	You are your own destroyer...
	Hang the masters from the highest tree and let their dead eyes stare back at
	their children
	... is this how we want to live...?