[Intro] Lift. Strike. Lift. Strike. [Verse 1] Hands in dirt. Feet in ash. Stone meets stone with a splintering crack. Wood on earth. Bone on hide. Everybody learns when the rhythm arrives. No wheel. No steel. No flame inside a wire. Only twenty hands moving together beside the fire. [Pre-Chorus] Lift. Strike. Drag. Breathe. Lift. Strike. Drag. Breathe. [Chorus] When stone learned rhythm, the ground learned sound. Hands came down and the hills shook around. When stone learned rhythm, we needed no machine. Body became hammer. Work became beat. Stone. Wood. Skin. Bone. Again. [Verse 2] Pull the rope. Raise the weight. Three steps forward. Hold. Wait. Someone calls. Everybody moves. Same four motions. Same deep groove. Nothing here was built for music. Nothing here was meant to sing. But repeat a sound enough— and labour becomes something. [Chorus] When stone learned rhythm, the ground learned sound. Hands came down and the hills shook around. When stone learned rhythm, we needed no machine. Body became hammer. Work became beat. Stone. Wood. Skin. Bone. Again. [Bridge] Huh. Huh. HAH. Huh. Huh. HAH. We did not know what an engine was. We did not know what a factory meant. But we knew how twenty bodies could become one movement. Lift. Strike. Lift. Strike. FASTER. Lift. Strike. Lift. Strike. [Breakdown] STONE. WOOD. STONE. WOOD. BONE. HIDE. BREATHE. STRIKE. [Final Chorus] When stone learned rhythm, the ground learned sound. Hands came down and the hills shook around. When stone learned rhythm, there was nothing in between human hands and repetition— the first machine. Stone. Wood. Skin. Bone. Again. Again. Again. [Outro] Lift. Strike. Lift. Strike. ... Again.
