Anxiety is burning me inside I'm staring deeper with eyes opened wide The laws are set, the movements scripted, the variations are dismissed But if the chance has been restricted, then does the choice itself exist Is there a way to live in peace being a part of the machine We never cared to see we are the smallest cogs Rotating endlessly inside this perfect clock We churn each other up in ruthless fights for oil The movement never stops, we kill to get the spoil The gears are turning on not letting us to see That we are not alone, just trying hard to be I'm just a part of the machine, who would confide this world to me The gears are turning on not letting us to see That we are not alone, just trying hard to be We'll never care to see we are the smallest cogs Rotating endlessly inside this perfect clock We'll never care to see we are the smallest cogs Destroying everything inside this perfect clock