Another Cog

Verse 1 They keep saying I’m special, like I’m lit by a different flame, like some secret hand has written holy letters in my name. But I still wake up tired, still get lost inside my head, still ask the same old questions lying heavy in my bed. Pre-Chorus Aren’t we all a little chosen? Aren’t we all a little bruised? Aren’t we all just trying not to break from being used? Verse 2 What makes me so different from the faces passing by? They’ve got storms behind their windows, they’ve got oceans in their eyes. Maybe I feel louder, maybe I crack where others bend, maybe I keep searching for a beginning in the end. Pre-Chorus Aren’t we all a little sacred? Aren’t we all a little scared? Aren’t we all just children wanting someone to care? Chorus I’m just another cog in the machine, turning where they tell me, rusting underneath. But maybe even metal has a soul, maybe even broken things can make the whole thing glow. Don’t put a crown on me, don’t call me divine. I’m not above the others — I’m just trying to survive. If I’m chosen, so are you, so is every heart unseen. We’re all sparks in the wires, we’re all cogs in the machine. Bridge Maybe chosen doesn’t mean I was born to stand alone. Maybe chosen means I notice when the world has turned to stone. Maybe special isn’t higher, maybe special isn’t fame. Maybe it’s the way I still feel love after everything that came. Final Chorus I’m just another cog in the machine, but I’m turning with a heartbeat they can’t take from me. And maybe even metal learns to sing, maybe all our lonely parts become a living thing. Don’t put a crown on me, just take my hand in mine. I’m not above the others — I’m walking the same line. If I’m chosen, so are you, so is every soul unseen. We’re all sparks in the wires, we’re all dreams in the machine. Outro Aren’t we all special? Aren’t we all worn? Aren’t we all chosen just by being born?