Lyrics:

This landscape mechanical
Well-oiled black machinery
Bio-driven computers
Programmed for slave labour

For slave labour!

Structure made in urban design
Kills the evolution of the mind
I marching on a dead end path
With misplaced concentration

It's a pitch-black progress
It's a dead end process
It's a pitch-black progress
No more, no less

Digital temples monitor the population
Supplying the masses with what they see fit
Programming digital dreams for the consumers
A zombie nation devoid of improvisation

Electro-hypnotic messages
Downloaded directly to the brain
Endless chanting subliminal
Hammers down the-will to resist
Progressing into a pitch black future
Leaving behind an analogue past
Promoting all of their new ways
Whatever the cost may be

It's a pitch-black progress
It's a dead end process
It's a pitch-black progress
No more, no less

Introducing a pitch-black approach
Taste the horns of the future
Swallow the sulfur of the new order
To resist is to non-exist