[Intro - whispered, over ticking clock and machine hum] Same ceiling. Same grey. Same alarm. Eyes open — the machine remembers your name. (Not again... not again...) [Verse 1 - monotone, deadpan] Clock in, line up, hands already know the way Eight dead hours wearing the same dead face Stamp it, sort it, stack it, repeat A heartbeat set to the tempo of the conveyor beat I'm a number on a lanyard with a shrinking name Every day a photocopy of the day that came [Pre-Chorus - rising] But under the skin there's a wire pulled tight Something in me's been awake all night One spark away from the edge of the rail — [The Bell] (the bell) [Chorus - SNAP] SNAP — I am loose, I am live, I am gone An unguided projectile, the safety torn off No more "yes sir," no more grinding it down The smallest cog just ripped the whole machine apart now [Verse 2 - monotone, but cracking] Clock in, line up — but my hands have begun to shake The mask still fits but the seams are starting to break Smile for the camera, swallow it down Count the tiles on the floor, don't make a sound Inside I'm a furnace they painted beige and grey A pressure gauge screaming while the needle gives way [Pre-Chorus] And the wire pulls tighter, the hum turns to a whine The whole damn floor holding its breath in line — [The Boss - spoken, cold and barked, heavy bass and guitars crashing in] "Arbeiten! Augen runter! In meiner Halle wird nicht geträumt!" "...Schneller!" [Chorus - SNAP] SNAP — I am loose, I am live, I am gone An unguided projectile, the safety torn off No more "yes sir," no more grinding it down The smallest cog just ripped the whole machine apart now [Breakdown - heaviest, mechanical, unleashed] This is the sound the silent ones make When the quota breaks the man instead of the man breaking Tear the lanyard, kill the clock, let the sirens wail The line runs backwards now — I'm the ghost in the gears derailed [Final Chorus] SNAP — I am loose, I am live, I am gone An unguided projectile, the safety torn off No more "yes sir," no more grinding it down The smallest cog just ripped the whole machine APART now! [Outro - the hum returns, slow, winding down] Same ceiling. Same grey. Same alarm... ...but the machine forgot your name.
