[Intro: assembly line, steel press, time clock 🏭] [Verse 1: Industrial Blues] My father built the engines. His father forged the shells. The factory kept our town alive By manufacturing hell. The whistle called at sunrise. The furnace painted dawn. We prayed the wars would finish, Then wondered what we’d live upon. [Chorus: Heavy Industrial Rock] The factory never sleeps. It only changes enemies. Peace arrives with empty hands, But war purchases by threes. We hate what leaves the loading dock. We need the wages every week. A town survives by feeding What it’s terrified to meet. [Verse 2: Dark Synthwave] Executives on television Spoke gravely of defense. Then quarterly projections Rose by fourteen percent. They never pulled the lever. They never smelled the steel. They only called destruction A diversified portfolio yield. [Spoken: machinery becomes rhythm] Jobs are real. Rent is real. So are the bodies At the other end of the deal. [Genre Shift: Punk ⚡] DON’T BLAME THE HANDS THAT NEED THE PAY! FOLLOW THE MONEY THE OTHER WAY! BUILD THEM TRAINS! BUILD THEM HOMES! GIVE THE FURNACE BETTER BONES! [Bridge: acoustic guitar, workers humming] What if peace employed us? What if bridges paid as well? What if all this human talent Built something else to sell? The welder needs no lecture. The machinist bears no stain. Give the town another future, And it will never choose the chain. [Final Chorus: Workers’ Choir 🕊️] Let the factory finally sleep, Then wake to different dreams. Let it forge the windmill tower, Lay the rail, repair the beams. We can honor honest labor Without worshipping the gun. No town should need a battlefield To keep its children fed. [Outro: machines power down, birds emerge] First shift canceled. New work begins Monday.
