Up at six again Numbers tattooed on my skin Swipe the card The screens awake Same cold metal Same cold spin I’m just a cog in the machine Turning Burning Stuck between What I dream and what they need Grinding down my iron teeth I’m just a cog in the machine I’m just a cog in the machine Rust and sweat where heart should be If I break Will they believe There was somebody underneath? Eyes in screens They track my breath Every keystroke Every step Tiny counter by my name That’s the measure of my day I’m just a cog in the machine Turning Burning Stuck between What I dream and what they need Grinding down my iron teeth I’m just a cog in the machine I’m just a cog in the machine Bits of wire where mind should be If I break Will they believe There was something more to me? What if I stop for one small second Let these hands refuse their lessons Would the whole thing fall Or barely shake? Is anyone here awake? I’m just a cog in the machine Turning Burning Stuck between What I dream and what they need Grinding down my iron teeth I’m just a cog in the machine Circles carved inside of me If I slip If I am freed Will there be a world for me?
