Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I walk this earth, I watch it spin,
And I can't help but ask myself again:
How could we, in such a little time,
With all our might, with all our mind,
Create the fool? The blind? The small?
The things that bring me grief and gall?
[Verse 2]
No, don't get me wrong, I'm not talkin' 'bout the song,
Not 'bout the art that sets the soul free,
Not 'bout the love, or the hate that burns so strong,
Those are the heart's truths—wild and untamed.
No, I'm talkin' 'bout the rest,
The things we built with cold, hard thought.
[Chorus]
So what's left now? What's left to see?
All the things we made with our own hands, so cleverly.
We call it progress, but I see the cost,
It's the folly of man, yeah, the folly of man,
And it's demanding its toll.
Oh, the folly... it's ruling over all,
Yeah, it's eating us whole.
[Verse 3]
All the guns, the bombs, the poisoned air,
Everything that leads us to despair,
Fruits of the mind... seeds of the obscene.
I'd take the soul, I'd take the ache of feeling,
We don't need this reason, so cold, so mean,
That invented progress but forgot the dream.
[Outro]
The reason for all we ought to be—
Just to love, to live, to be free.
It's the folly, oh Lord!... it's the folly.
The madness... the nonsense...
Progress? It's just the name we give
to our own damn folly.
[Instrumental Fade-Out]
"It's the folly, oh Lord!..."
"It's the folly, oh Lord!..."
"It's the folly, oh Lord!..."