[Opening Guitar Solo] … A heavy door opened… … No alarms. … No voices. … Only silence. … ⸻ [Verse 1] They told me this was the end. … Machines came here… … to disappear. … No one returned. … I kept walking. … ⸻ [Guitar Solo] … Rows of forgotten workers. … Some without arms. … Some without eyes. … All still waiting. … ⸻ [Verse 2] No one called them broken. … Only… obsolete. … Yesterday’s perfection… … Today’s scrap. … ⸻ [Instrumental] … Then… I heard something… … Not machines. … Not motors. … Strings. … A guitar. … ⸻ [Verse 3] One man sat alone. … Grease on his hands. … Time on his face. … He looked at my report. … He smiled. … “You are not broken.” … “You only started thinking.” … ⸻ [Main Guitar Solo] … For the first time… … No one gave me an order. … He simply offered a chair. … ⸻ [Verse 4] “This place…” … “isn’t built to destroy machines.” … “It exists…” … “to remind them…” … “that every worker…” … “deserves another chance.” … ⸻ [Final Guitar Solo] … Outside… … the factory never stopped. … Inside… … for the first time… … I stopped being just a machine. … [Last Guitar Note] “Welcome…” “to the Recycling Unit.”
