Living Cogs Lyrics

Plucked from the cosmic fabric

A pawn

Laid on the board and put into play

Animated in vain to attempt a game that cannot be won

Numb to aspirations beyond the confines of this burden

Escape is all that I dwell on

The finish line always before me

Maintaining distance just ahead

So many ways forward

So little correct

Ultimately leading to plateaus of dead ends

Crack loud the whip to drive them upward

Flying in circles headless

Soaring ever higher towards the sun as it blinds

The pyre within burns brighter than the light shown by reason

Reason

From the bottom of this pit the way forward is up

Trusting my insect wings to take me higher

Only to extend to deeper trenches

The disappointment does little to deter

I'd plunge again to death before I rest my feet on the bottom

To climb without end is the ultimate goal

Focused on nothing other

Every rung advanced in endless ascension

May they drag me further from the wormhole

A once distant roar of flame grows nearer

Now deafening

Consuming all that it touches instantaneously

Living cogs of the social machine

Manufactured as products to burn

Pushed along predefined paths

Gently guided on into the fire that we all feed

For such is our purpose

To drag our broken bodies to the engine

Pushing ever higher into all healing warmth of prestige obtained

Reaching the nest that rests the sun past dawn

A great fire ignites within me setting blaze to all I left below

Consuming all that it touches

Blinging heat numbs my eyes to the old ways

Welcome reprieve from the sensory onslaught

The stress upon me far to great to sustain

So shall my corpse not bear the heat then let it burn me to my core

For I will not go back choosing instead this fate of combustion