Lyrics

I wonder do a fit the mold
Concerned I'm not enough for you
I put myself under the microscope
and was destroyed by my own self conscience point of view

This progress is killing us
The pressure built is bound to self destruct
Thats some kind of efficiency
Too bad its gonna be the death of me

yeah that number 12 sure does look just like you

This progress is killing us
The pressure built is bound to self destruct
Thats some kind of efficiency
Too bad its gonna be the end of me
I said its gonna be the death of me

Stretching out my hand, trying to reach beyond perfection
I followed vanity into a maze and lost myself in my reflection
Keep making up a problem, I cant even see the line
Once you fall ill to the obsession, nothing keeps you satisfied

This progress is killing us
The pressure built is bound to self destruct
Thats some kind of efficiency
too bad its gonna be the death of me
Its so perfect that its killing me

If there isn't a problem, then by god we will make one
if there isn't a problem, then by god we will make one
regulations, redefining,
Man, the machines, proper design is in

This progress is killing us
The pressure built is bound to self destruct
Thats some kind of efficiency
too bad its gonna be the death of me