Hands like rust, a spine of lead I woke where morning always bled No faces spoke, no pulses stirred Just wires humming every word I fed the veins beneath the stone And left my thoughts to die alone Each breath a click, a cog, a line Each silence louder than a sign No voice, no flame Just moving parts without a name I worked the veins beneath the ground A world of weight without a sound No dreams, no pulse, just dirt and steel A skin too numb to even feel The days all blurred mechanically Inside this pale machinery I vanished slow behind the grind My blood replaced with measured time I watched the light drip through the cracks But never had the strength to ask The dust became my only skin A muted echo caged within The hours dug their hooks in deep And left me somewhere I can’t sleep No sky, no name Just schedules written into shame I worked the veins beneath the ground A world of weight without a sound No dreams, no pulse, just dirt and steel A skin too numb to even feel The days all blurred mechanically Inside this pale machinery I watched the pressure climb and fade But never moved, I just obeyed I gave myself to stay alive And lost the part that used to try TIGHTEN THE GRIP IGNORE THE DRAIN NO ONE LISTENS WORK THROUGH PAIN JUST ONE MORE TASK JUST HOLD THE LINE THE BODY BREAKS BUT STILL COMPLIES I worked the veins beneath the ground A world of weight without a sound No dreams, no pulse, just dirt and steel A skin too numb to even feel The days all blurred, the lines repeat The clock still turns, but not for me I lost the face, I lost the name And nothing answers when I scream I worked the veins beneath the ground Still breathing dust, still breaking down The system lives — it doesn't see What's left of me in pale machinery
