【ANRI Arcane】 The Perfect Cog 【SynthV Original】

This is an updated (current) version of an Eleanor Forte song I originally wrote in 2020. The demos from that time can be heard on my tumblr: allisonmourning.tumblr.com. Vocals: ANRI Arcane Back Vocals: ASTERIAN Additional Vocals: Adey 🎀🖤🎀💜🎀🖤🎀 Bandcamp: https://aliceinblack.bandcamp.com/ iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/alice-in-black/1754675848 YouTube Music: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCYv1QQxTw38xfmdSTTbkdbA Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4SajdXAD0RbxwXd8FCVA6V tumblr: https://allisonmourning.tumblr.com/ Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/allisonmourn.ing 🎀🖤🎀💜🎀🖤🎀 LYRICS I lament the Time that has passed. Thought that I'd have At least one egg, But my basket is empty, and I'm scared there's no way out. I'm stuck on a Single broke wheel. Could just walk, but Even if I Travel all of The thousand steps, Would I even reach the Far land I've only seen in pictures? Even if you say you Believe in me, All of my past ghosts Weigh me down like they're an Anchor. Most who dive into the Ocean will drown, And I'm no different. I'm scared I'll also drown. Even If you say, "Just believe ☆," I can't shake the Whispers from my past - Those ghosts that are still haunting me. Brought nothing to The winter feast; My hands were bruised, They were bloodied. Don't have time for Anything that isn't the cold machine. God, another November has Arrived and gone; The feast has passed, And I lament How the passion Of my youth has become The bane of my aloof existence. Even if you say you Believe in me, All of my past ghosts Weigh me down like they're an Anchor. Most who dive into the Ocean will drown, And I'm no different. I'm scared I'll also drown. Even If you say, "Just believe ☆," I can't shake the Whispers from my past - Those ghosts that are still haunting me. The life I'd wanted Is so close that I can Touch it, but when I bite down, all I taste Is sorrow and regret. Time has worn me down like all the machines; I'm now an old, broken Model of the outdated ver. 1.0. But unlike a machine, I'd like to think I'm human, but I'm a cog. This isn't the way that Humans should live: Selling our souls for a heartless machine. Living To appease the machine. Counting pennies That won't pay the rent. And at the end of it, I fear That when they bury me, I'll lament all The time I'd wasted Trying to become the Perfect cog.