Clockwork

Tiny cogs That’s what we are Here in this web of corporate sadism Look to the moon See it’s gloom It shares the instinct of the one who looms Into work Aspirations go to die Except the ones Who can’t be made to wear the suit and tie Just as the clock strikes 10 The bearer of the curse will grin Aspirations now have grown Too large for containing their hope It’s the center falling out The last will and testament Like clockwork we will break away And fight for new destiny Gods, that’s what we are Restrained into the lives that capitalism begs Well, we beg to differ Well, we see another way Tiny cogs That’s what we are Here in this web of corporate sadism Look to the moon See it’s gloom It shares the instinct of the one who looms Just as the clock strikes 10 The bearer of the curse will grin Aspirations now have grown Too large for being restrained It’s the center falling out The last will and testament Like clockwork we will break away And fight for what we love Another way All these years Hard work killed My dreams of more Well more is nearer now than ever