Progress Is A Lemon

Men are prone to go it blind
Along the calf paths of the mind
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done
We take the steps arranged for us
We follow what is convenient
As long as I’m your handicap
You’ll always be my pawn
My thoughts were all hand-me-downs
I was bred to flock towards the crowd
But i fled to someplace else
Where i could rid myself
What happened to the genuine?
What happened to innovation?
I’ll make things right
We don’t divide
We will align
I will make things right
Adjust my crooked spine
I will make things right
Open my eyes and open my mind
I will make things right
I’ll make believe that we were always standing upright
I’ll make things right
We don’t divide
We will align