[The Clockwork Choice] [ Verse 1 ] Sitting in the Korova with my droogs so cold, Drinking Moloko Plus as the night takes hold. With a single false eyelash and a suit of white, The knives in the milk sharpen up for the fight. [ Pre-Chorus 1 ] The milk is running heavy and the night is screaming loud, We’re looking for a victim in the shadows of the crowd. [ Chorus 1 ] If you take away the power to decide between the ways, You lock a living spirit in a dark and silent maze. When the soul is just a shadow of a law you can’t defy, The man inside is hollowed out and left alone to die. [ Verse 2 ] We find a quiet villa where the writers like to dwell, Turning peace and safety into a living hell. I’m humming 'Singin’ in the Rain' while we cause the pain, Washing out the logic like the water in a drain. [ Pre-Chorus 2 ] The laughter turns to static as the trap begins to close, The ending of the story is the one that no one knows. [ Chorus 2 ] A body is a prison when the mind is stripped of will, A heart that cannot choose to hurt is frozen and is still. They turn a man to clockwork just to keep the peace outside, But there is no virtue living where the truth has been denied. [Instrumental Break - Synthesizer Lead Solo] [ Bridge 1 ] Metal eyelid clamps are pinning back my sight, Saline drops are burning in the clinical light. Beethoven’s Ninth is screaming in my ears, The beauty of the music turns to agonizing fears. [ Verse 3 ] They release me to the pavement as a victim of the street, Unable to defend myself or stand on my own feet. My old droogs in uniform are hunting for my skin, The world begins to punish me for every former sin. [ Pre-Chorus 3 ] The poison in the system makes the music sound like glass, Waiting for the agony and waiting for it to pass. [ Chorus 3 ] You can force a hand to tremble, you can force a hand to stay, But the spirit isn’t present if the choice is stripped away. To be driven like a motor isn’t goodness, isn’t grace, It’s a hollow kind of living in a cold and empty space. [ Bridge 2 ] Locked inside a bedroom while the record starts to spin, Hear the Ludwig van and feel the sickness deep within. I throw myself out from the height to make the torment stop, Crashing through the garden as the heavy curtains drop. [ Verse 4 ] I wake up in the hospital with sensors on my head, The Minister is smiling as he sits beside my bed. The flashbulbs pop around us for the cameras and the news, I’m back to being wicked and I’ve nothing left to lose. [ Pre-Chorus 4 ] The cycle is completed and the clock begins to wind, Putting back the pieces of a broken, jagged mind. [ Final Chorus ] A machine that’s built for goodness isn’t holy, isn’t real, It’s just a set of gears that have forgotten how to feel. The freedom to be wicked is the price we pay to breathe, Otherwise we're only shells of what we once believed. [ Outro ] I was cured all right, Ticking in the dark, Just a clockwork heart, Fading away...
