We punched the clock all day and night, hands stained with city dust Breakroom coffee, empty smiles, promises turned to rust They built their towers on our backs, and worked us to the bone Now every pay stub's a scar, every memo a stone But sparks start in broken things, from the power of our grief We found the power in the wrench, in silence and belief We are the crew they forgot to count, our lives an endless grind Suit up in defiance and stand on the picket line Crey, hear the engines roar — your empire’s made of glass We became the heroes you never feared... and now we’re on the attack Janitor with a lightning grin, intern with a warped device Secretary learns to fly at dawn, the accountant turns the vice From shipping docks to research labs, from the vents to neon signs We took the tools we made for them and put them in a bind For every lie that bought a suit, for every broken trust We forge our names in city steel, we turn their greed to dust We are the crew they forgot to count, our lives an endless grind Suit up in defiance and stand on the picket line Crey, hear the engines roar — your empire’s made of glass We became the heroes you never feared... and now we’re on the attack Skyscrapers for trophies, the countess takes the fall We swing past corporate logos, paint our names on every wall No time for backroom bargains, and no more silent pleas We'll take take our vengeance from your coal-black heart and bring you to your knees Phones that rang with order now only sound alarms The city lights our battle cry, the night is in our palms Payroll of regret, dividends of shame We'll trade these chains for courage, we're here to make our name We are the crew they forgot to count, our lives an endless grind Suit up in defiance and stand on the picket line Crey, hear the engines roar — your empire’s made of glass We became the heroes you never feared... and now we’re on the attack So let them write the history in ink and polished brass We’ll write it in the sidewalks, in the moments that will last From disgruntled to defender, from worker to the brave Crey’s reign will end tonight — the city’s ours to save.
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