Framed by Progress

Watch the full Music Video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2g3KghABZk www.aidanyagu.com ---------------------------------------------------------------- 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