The Movies Over - Cog

There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious
Makes you so sick at heart
That you can't take part
You can't even passively take part
And you've got to put your bodies on the gears and upon the wheels
Upon the levers
Upon all the apparatus
And you've got to make it stop
And you've got to indicate to the people who run it
To the people who own it
That unless you're free
The machine will be prevented from working at all
Can we find our way home
Before
Losing everything
I
Can't say for sure
Because
It's still happening
And it's true we've been known
To fall
For pots of gold and leprechauns
There's no chauffer on this ride life's offering
And all
Thing change
Become our own cliche
There's just minutes to midnight
Is there any blood left in our hearts
Change is constant
Finish lines in sight
Is there any air left in our lungs
In these final days
If I lost it all where would it leave me
And it cuts to the bone
This war
Fought beyond the rubicon
I seek the cure for this pain we're suffering
And all
Things change
We sleep in beds we've made
If I lost it all where would it leave me
In these final
There's just minutes to midnight
Is there any blood left in our hearts
In these final days
In these final days
Can we find our way
Find our way
Find our way back home
Far beyond
The rubicon
In these final days
Falling again
Falling again
Can we find our way before it
I don't know
It's almost midnight
Can we find our way
Yes we're on our own
We've seen better days
Sleep in beds we've made