Drag the lion to its feet.
Forget every second of hope.
Laying face up, in front.
Depraved little children are we.

Heading out with no flash light.
Without deep pockets.
Without a home to call our own.
Calculate a life by the numbers missed.

Feed a life of what you've completed.
Spill your life for nothing.

This is all just a changing of the guard.
Like animals breeding for survival,
We are the breeders of progression.

With satisfaction in hand,
Stripped down and left naked hanging from the wire.

This is nothing new,
This is the breed of progression.