Cog In The Wheel

Like a dead planet circling a dying star,

passing the time in factories and bars

blue lights flicker

up and down the blocks

harvested minds,

no independent thoughts and the

cold rain falls on the

land of the free, you know the

gate swings open but

the beast won’t leave and it’s

plugged in so long

you’re addicted to the current,

plugged in so long

you’re addicted

Cog in the wheel,

perpetuate the system

signal is lost,

but no one’s left to listen

seems like your soul is missing

Well the tank is empty

but the cage refilled

airwave static

looking for a signal as the

drugs kick in,

one moment of silence

before the pain fades one

final reminder:

that’s better off

just left alone

so we push the amp until the

speakers blow

and a voice comes in across

this shortwave radio

just calling out

What are we doing here,

what are we doing here,

what are we doing here,

what are we doing here

Sheep in the flock,

but the shepherd’s missing

signal is lost,

but no one’s left to listen

this is my last transmission

What are we doing here,

what are we doing here,

what are we doing here,

what are we doing here,

what are we doing here,

what are we doing here,

what are we doing here,

what are we doing here?