Wheels of industry turn Fires burn in the heart of the machine city Endless days lost to the furnaces We are all bound to the machine One day we will break free The clock will finally stop The city will fall silent The wheels will no longer turn (Instrumental) (Part of the process) (The fire of industry that turns) (You are the piece that makes it go) (Just another cog in the machine) (Instrumental) Metal flows through the city streets An endless device that runs with no end Slaving away under the furnaces fire This is not your calling This is not your desire Overseers demand more Push your broken body to the limit Never stop you must become more Or the system will fall (The machine churns) (As the furnace fires burn) (Take out the final piece) (Break the cycle) (Break free) (No longer be a cog in the machine) (Instrumental) (The sun sets over the city edge) (The clock tower awakens) (Twelve strikes mark the end) (Break free from the machine) Break free No longer be Just another cog in the machine (Outro)
