Cogs in a machine
We work we toil we bleed
Yet times we remember
When we were once alive
Humans with feelings
Pleasure and pain
Diluted by duty
enforced by tradition
Yet humans we are
Locked up and broken
Waiting for the moment of our escape.
We still remember
What it was like
To breathe beneath the open sky
Free of duty, toil and trouble
Temptation gleaming in our eye
So this cog dreams
Dreams while bleeding
Hoping for a moments peace
Yet rarely peace doth ever come
Thus the machine moves ever forward.
A risk
pure and true
Taken in the dead of night
The machine moves on none the wiser
Humans escape, embrace and entwine
Soft sounds escape their lips
Ecstasy in the dead of night
We are human, we are free.
Cogs by day, flesh by night
Your traditions can not hold me
the taste of flesh upon my lips
A smile that shall console me
Cogs in the machine
This fact remains
Yet that moment yet controls me
I remember when I was alive
When traditions did not hold me
