Trading my soul for a nickel and dime

The track opens with a distorted resonator guitar riff over a grinding deep synth drone, Mechanical stomps, metallic claps, and gritty sub-bass carve out a relentless groove at 74 BPM, Verses feature raspy weary baritone vocals; choruses swell with haunting choral layers, The mix fuses thick lo-fi industrial textures, saturated wide reverb, and distorted Moog bass, channeling Delta Blues grit through a modern, heavy, unyielding sound

Alarm clock screams in the hollow grey Two hours left 'til the break of day I need to put food on the kitchen table So, I'll soon be working hard as I am able I leave the house not fully awake Knowing my family future is what's at stake The railway station is a sea of ghosts Leaning hard against the iron posts The 5:09 is a sliding cage Standing room only for minimum wage I grind my teeth and work the line Trading my soul for a nickel and dime It’s a heavy weight and a bitter pill But the love of a woman keeps my heart still Yeah, the world is cold and the work is grey But the touch of my wife washes it all away The floor is a furnace of grease and steam The whistle is drowning out every dream Ten hours down and the overtime starts The hunger is pulling our lives apart Dust in my lungs and the oil on my skin Counting the minutes 'til the day caves in The sun went down three hours ago The street lights flickering in a yellowing row The house is still when I open the door No sounds of laughter or games anymore My little baby daughter is already asleep I'm lost in a promise I’m struggling to keep I grind my teeth and work the line Trading my soul for a nickel and dime It’s a heavy weight and a bitter pill But the love of a woman keeps my heart still Yeah, the world is cold and the work is grey But the touch of my wife washes it all away Dinner on the table, the bills in a stack The specter of tomorrow weighs on my back Close my eyes as the midnight chimes Doing it again for the ten thousandth time

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