[Intro: Cold, quantized drum machine starts at a frantic 150 BPM. A distorted, grinding bass line locks into a rigid 4/4 grid. Clipped, angular guitar stabs hit on the off-beats with surgical precision.] [Verse 1: Tight, staccato male vocals; breathless but controlled] Oxygen low, the hull is a shell I woke up in a silent, iron-rich hell No room for the panic, no time for the grief The horizon is nothing but a data sheet brief The dirt isn't soil, the stone isn't earth It’s just raw material for a mechanical birth I don't see a sunset, I see joules in the sky Calculate the wattage or I’m going to die! [Chorus: Sound widens with a massive wall of industrial grit. Gang shouts and heavy metallic hits on every fourth beat] THE ENGINEER! [Metallic anvil hit] WORK THE PROBLEM! THE ENGINEER! [Metallic anvil hit] FEED THE SYSTEM! THE BLUEPRINT IS THE ONLY LAW I KNOW THE HEARTBEAT STOPS IF THE FACTORY DON'T GROW! [Verse 2: Driving rhythmic delivery, guitars clipping with high-gain distortion] Every belt is a lung, every furnace a breath A mile of spaghetti between me and death The biters aren't monsters, they’re a variable check A durability test on the side of the wreck I’m science-ing safety, I’m researching fate The pressure is high but the logic is straight Nature is fuel, and the forest is coal Automation is the only way to keep my soul! [Bridge: All instruments strip back to a cold machine pulse. Subtle synth arps trace a relentless grid. Vocals drop to a rhythmic, whispered snarl] One gear at a time. One circuit at a time. What is the next bottleneck? The silence of the planet is a terrifying weight. So I drown it out with the thrum of the crate. I don't have a friend, so I talk to the crane. I don't have a home, so I build the train. The possibility is small... The probability is bleak... But the math is solid... And the flesh is weak. [Bridge Build-up: Grinding bass returns full-force, slamming back with clipped, aggressive guitars] WORK THE PROBLEM! CLEAR THE LAND! HOLD THE LOGIC! IN YOUR HAND! [Chorus: Gang shouts, maximum volume, heavy industrial clanging] THE ENGINEER! [Metallic anvil hit] WORK THE PROBLEM! THE ENGINEER! [Metallic anvil hit] FEED THE SYSTEM! THE BLUEPRINT IS THE ONLY LAW I KNOW THE HEARTBEAT STOPS IF THE FACTORY DON'T GROW! [Outro: Slamming industrial beat. Rapid-fire vocal delivery, getting colder and more mechanical] Input. Output. Process. Repeat. The dirt is a resource. The victory's complete. I am the machine. The machine is me. Launch the bird... To be free. (Whispered) The factory must grow. [Final massive metallic anvil hit—Immediate silence]
