Wake up – grind, don’t stop, no breath, deadlines tighter than a noose on the neck. Bodies just data, numbers in a row, faces erased by the profit flow. Screens glow brighter, but the people fade, working ‘til the nerves turn sharp like blades. You call it ambition, I call it chains, they bleed us dry, then forget our names. Assembly line souls, no choice, just roles, marching in silence, the system controls. Promised us freedom, sold us the cage, digital shackles, a modern age. Assembly line souls—can you hear that sound? It’s the weight of a world pressing us down. Kids dream big, then dreams get sold, stories rewritten in corporate code. Innovation’s a slogan, growth’s a lie, while the people underneath slowly run dry. You’re just replaceable parts in the plan, if the machine breaks down, they don’t fix the man. This is the anthem of burnout and rust, of factories built on a dying trust. Assembly line souls, no choice, just roles, marching in silence, the system controls. Promised us freedom, sold us the cage, digital shackles, a modern age. Assembly line souls—can you hear that sound? It’s the weight of a world pressing us down. Time devours, it grinds the weak, silence louder than the screams we keep. We’re engines burning in human skin, but the fuel runs out and the cracks creep in. If steel can bend, if concrete falls, then listen—one day, so will these walls. Assembly line souls, voices turned to code. But beneath the surface, the fire still grows.
