Perfect Clock -

Anxiety is burning me inside

I’m staring deeper with eyes opened wide

The laws are set, the movements scripted, the variations are dismissed

But if the chance has been restricted, then does the choice itself exist

Is there a way to live in peace being a part of the machine

We never cared to see we are the smallest cogs

Rotating endlessly inside this perfect clock

We churn each other up in ruthless fights for oil

The movement never stops, we kill to get the spoil

The gears are turning on not letting us to see

That we are not alone, just trying hard to be

I’m just a part of the machine, who would confide this world to me

We’ll never care to see we are the smallest cogs

Destroying everything inside this perfect clock