Still alive, covering eyes

Bleeding brain, lost again

The cogs that turn in our heads

Workings of better men

How long before the teeth shatter?

How long before our lives matter?

Mechanical deaths of clockwork

Mechanised depths from the dark rotten cogs of our hearts

Mesh and turn, the pieces lock

We are no more than breathing clocks

The hands dictate, idle lives

Trapping us before we die...

Caught inside a futile time

Left behind, the freedom of our minds