Framed by Progress
Singles · single · April 4, 2025 · Released
We climbed the ladder. Got to the top. Looked around and felt nothing. Nobody puts that part in the brochure.
Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
We grow
We rise
We change the frame
Still every turn, it feels the same
We buy
Consume
We play the game
The lines get blurred in progress' name
So is this pride or our shame?
They say this is a golden age, with tools and cures to ease our cage
Minds now free, the world in hand, a perfect loop of supply 'n demand
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, life's lighter now, the weight's off track
Every click gets it done, no need to look back
World in my palm, but it's slipping through cracks
That chasin' comfort, makes me feelin' that lack
Scrollin' deep, my soul feels played—
Did we lose what's real in this comfort trade?
Is this the cost of dreams fulfilled
In a world advanced, my heart unfilled
We chase, we build and oh so thrilled
Are we trapped by frames that progress willed?
We grow
We rise
We change the frame
Still every turn, it feels the same
We buy
Consume
We play the game
The lines get blurred in progress' name
A paradox is not to blame
You think it's pride, but mostly shame
Skyscrapers rise, but hearts stay low
Neighbors drift by, just passing, no show
Crowded streets, Nothing to see - although
I see faces lit by screens that glow
We trade our voices for posts with no soul
Countin' likes, but it don't fill the hole
People around you, but none to know
In endless scrolls, our thoughts just flow
Even up the ladder, the air feels thin
For the joys of riches could have been
Penthouse views, yet confining walls
And echoes hum in vacant halls
No soul to share what's held within
Beeing lonely is a familiar kin
Chase validation, but it's all a facade
We're not satisfied, no matter how hard
Once glitter fades, what's left behind?
An empty hunger, no peace of mind
We grow
We rise
We change the frame
Still every turn, it feels the same
Ooh We buy
Consume
We play the game
The lines get blurred in progress' name
A paradox is not to blame
You think it's pride, but mostly shame
Are we stuck on progress just to stay in motion
Stackin' Milestones but what's the notion
We Climb ladders of Progress with no direction
Iis this really growth or a weird devotion?
We live in a cycle in need of correction
When progress feels emty, take a break for reflection
You gotta face it to see it right
Like therapy sessions that switch on your light
Slow down, take a breath, get back in control
Find balance, direction and reconnect that soul
It ain't too late to rewrite this play
So let progress be Progress -
And don't take yourself away
We grow
We rise
We change the frame
Maybe in time, it's not the same
The line gets clear
The path feels new
I broke this frame and so can you