[Intro] [rhythmic clank of conveyor belts, steam hisses, a repeating thunk-thunk-whirr loop. Metallic bassline enters, followed by a crushing kick drum.] [Verse 1 – Scootaloo] [hushed, horrified] She screamed. They laughed. The belt kept moving. It split her in half. One by one, they line us up No names. No mercy. Just broken luck. Metal arms with bloodstained grace Rip the wings right from your face [Layered factory samples form the rhythmic base under distorted guitar riffs] [Chorus] [shouted, machine-like cadence] Grind! Strip! Drain! Die! Failure never gets to fly Bleed! Scream! Feed! Obey! Color comes, but lives decay [Verse 2 – Scootaloo] [spoken, fragmented] That was a colt… He still had milk on his breath… They didn’t care. They pushed. They pressed. He cried for mom And then— Just red Just red and steam and cold instead [Siren whines under the riff — mimicking factory alarm] [Bridge] [Overlapping Vocals / Workers Chanting] "Move the line!" "Clamp the wings!" "Drain the blood!" "Clip the strings!" [Scootaloo screams over them:] STOP IT! PLEASE! THEY’RE JUST KIDS! WHY CAN’T YOU HEAR THEM?! WHAT IS THIS?! [Music cuts suddenly — silence except a saw starting to spin… slowly… then chorus SLAMS back in full volume] [Final Chorus] [more intense, layered with worker chant and Scootaloo’s screams] Grind! Strip! Drain! Die! Mercy's just a lullaby Bleed! Scream! Feed! Obey! You're raw material today [Final scream from Scootaloo, caught mid-breath — cut off abruptly] [Outro] [factory sounds continue without music, slowly fading into the distance, leaving only the faint click... whirr... squelch loop.]
