Laurence Overmire - Progress lyrics

We Westernized thinkers, strive in the noblest Airs of our endeavors To make this a better world, but We don't see the world is already Perfect as it is, without the intrusion ...of Man We Corrupt and destroy, pollute Contaminate, use Our ma** consumption, the slow Devouring of our own Souls Still believing in the shame of Our Nakedness, apples left uneaten on Sour trees, never ripe enough To be picked.