The whistle blows but the gears still grind I clock out early but I leave my mind Sitting in the dark with a little blue glow Scrolling down a river where the anger flows The steel is gone but the smoke remains Now they manufacture all our invisible chains Wake up the ghost on the assembly line We are trading our blood for a digital dime They built a factory deep in the wire But they cannot quantize the soul and the fire No, they cannot put out the fire. I see my neighbor through the window pane We are pulling the yoke in the very same rain But the screen says he is the reason I bleed Just another product in the outrage feed We are working for free in the silent mill While the algorithm swallows the town and the hill Wake up the ghost on the assembly line We are trading our blood for a digital dime They built a factory deep in the wire But they cannot quantize the soul and the fire The invisible walls Before the ceiling falls The engine is cold and the platform is fake How much of this rust are we willing to take Wake up the ghost on the assembly line We are trading our blood for a digital dime They built a factory deep in the wire But they cannot quantize the soul and the fire Just a ghost on the line. Just a ghost in the wire. Turn off the screen. © 2026 The Shady River Bard. All rights reserved.
