Day one thousand forty nine
Subject one hundred and one
With this final test
My work completed
With the addicted and the lost
In their brains I mean to solve
The answer that haunts all of mankind
Is free will an illusion?
All the lies
Turn to dust
All is lost
In A Clockwork Universe!
All you see
Is not real
We are lost
In A Clockwork Universe!
They are strapped to the device;
Playthings all wired up
Subject-probing
Deep and deeper
In the cortex of the brain
I found no spark of the divine
I have proven man is naught but soulless husk
Then free will is an illusion
All the lies
Turn to dust
All is lost
In A Clockwork Universe
All you see
Is not real
We are lost
In A Clockwork Universe
From the clay of their souls
Mind Constructs I will craft
Puppets that shall be my servants
The Architect rules over all
And I shall take his place
Into Golem’s head I carve the name of God!
All the lies
Turn to dust
All is lost
In A Clockwork Universe!
All you see
Is not real
We are lost
In A Clockwork Universe!
All the lies
Turn to dust
All is lost
in A Clockwork Universe
All you see
Is not real
We are lost
In A Clockwork Universe!