Progression Is Regression Lyrics

The sun is burning to the ground
And no one's stopping it
In lines we follow the leader
Who wears a blue tie as opposed to red
Color states opinion in a neat little box
He says the sun is obsolete
The thoughts are done for us
By blues and reds rather than soul and sun
Some might call it anarchy
The death of the torch
Others call it progress
But when the all holy is tossed
And replaced by a slick haired ego driven maniac
Is that not a step back?
The burning beauty
This being
A separation of light and administration
Yes the greedy ambassadors of illumination should be banned
Before the abusers and the greedy stole it's innocence
Before the man in blue shook hands with one in red
And banned it's glorious shine
Before the ambassadors lied for self-satisfaction
The sun was not obsolete
And now
The only opportunity for progression
Is regression

(Thanks to Maurice Turmel for these lyrics)