Tekster:
Progress In Color

Oh, I just died in your arms tonight It must've been something you said, I just died in your arms tonight I should've walked away I keep looking for

Its a plague, this constant weight, it haunts my thoughts when you're away. And would it be safe for one to say, I made your heart smile at the end of

I can't breathe! Is that you standing there? It's not your heart. As it begins to beat. Come quick! the waters up to my neck, and I can barely

I'll write this down inside my heart, for you to see all the times I tried so hard to take away every smile, every dream, in your heart We'll say

Oh, I just died in your arms tonight It must've been something you said, I just died in your arms tonight I should've walked away I keep looking

the heartbeat and the heartache, the here and now I am the purpose, the point, the living proof of a God somewhere The lifeline, lifelike lazer beam, the progression

my eyes this land of fools will rise no good for no one You blame oppression and play the role of criminals To rape and burn show progress

any feat And we reflect the images presented by the media's elite Positive or negative attention is viewed as success U.S.D.A. African American Beef is seen as progress

gems That were left behind By holy men Infectious Charisma of those who gave us direction The anti-sexes Resistance against oppression Progressive thinking Ghetto speakers Protestors against the colored