Ode of the Cog

Lyrics

[Intro] "They say that time heals all things They say you can always forget But the smiles and the tears across the years They twist my heartstrings yet" "She's beautiful" [Verse 1] It's clear, I've thought things that have sealed my fate To think in the first place is folly By the time it's been done, it's too late But there are immutabilities in this world Facts, impossible to be changed later And so, if thought itself is death, why not set pen to paper? [Verse 2] To the future, or to the past To a time when thought is free I, we, the dead act as your omen Salutations, greetings You've already granted me my existence One truth, so please allow me one more Please, oh God, please do still accept that two plus two is four [Chorus] Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement's Rewrite the past till the truth cannot last [Verse 3] She is my constant, my truth, my sole reprieve From the onslaught of bullshit that bastard Big Brother's been belittling me to believe She's a disease to the Party A blight, a slut, corrupt to the core I scarcely think I could ever love her more [Verse 4] Julia, she's smarter than I She knows just as well, we are not here We don't exist, we've been struck from this list Under the boot, our very life is smeared But if I could just put out one truth So that the rains of hope could once more pour The elden could ingrain in the youth of the future That two plus two is four [Chorus] Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement's (You owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martin's) When will you pay me? Say the bells of St. Bailey's When God's head is hauled, say the bells of St. Paul's [Post-Chorus] But God knows God's dead, said the voice in your head (I recognized that voice, though I'd not before heard what he said) Here comes a candle to light you to bed And here comes a chopper to chop off your head [Bridge] "They can't get to your heart" "War is peace" "The law of gravity is nonsense" "Freedom is slavery" "Do you know how long you've been here?" "Ignorance is strength" "How many fingers am I holding up, Winston?" "Four" "No, how many fingers, please?" "Four, four, what else could I say?" "Room 101" [Verse 5] Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me The chestnuts fall like autumn leaves The chestnut toils, the chestnut breathes The Chestnut hosts me, the barman loathes One cup of gin, three dashes of cloves The bullet is coming, the gun's already shot I thought that they would lose, they will not [Verse 6] But as the bullet hits my head, in one brief moment of lucidity Merely seconds before my corpse-to-be hits the floor My subconscious, nearly dead Clings to one last chance at Victory Just as those cigarettes whose stench clings to the whore It's simple, what's been said cannot rewrite our human history Our lives, our deaths, our fights, our pains, our wars And so, under my final breath, knowing full well there's none to listen to me I utter Two plus two is five Five Five Five Five? [Verse 7] Or is that what you want to hear? Well too bad, swine, the end is near Our passion breeds dissension and one day, perhaps in a thousand years The meek will rise to the tune of a tide that washes clean this veneer The waters of truth will run through you The waters of truth will run clear [Verse 8] You think that a rat like you can scare me with threats of your own kind? I may not be the smoothest cog in the machine But I'm sure not fucking blind I am thought, I'm the prole, I'm the attack I'm the rebellion, I'm the whore And as the lights in my eyes fade to black I'll scream Two plus two is four [Outro] "Look, I hate purity I hate goodness I don't want virtue to exist anywhere I want everyone corrupt" "Well, I ought to suit you I'm corrupt to the core"