broke the cog

When we were young,
They liked to ask us in school,
What would you like to be?
Some kids wanted jobs,
With hats that were cool
But since the first grade,
There's only thing I wanted to be
Someone who contributes
Possibly revolutionize
At least a few friends minds
To work against, to stop being cogs
In the machine
If heaven was real, then earth must be hell
what cataclysm brought about this matrix
this personal ego centric hell is far from an escape