[Instrumental] Sirens on the rooftop, cables snapping loose Chrome knuckles hit the pavement, shaking every fuse One eye red, one arm dragging through the loading bay Steel giants trade dents like they’re throwing cars away Hydraulics groan, sparks spit off the broken frame A hundred tons of bad luck answering to a name They lock up in the harbor, wrecking cranes in half Then the whole block rattles when the scoreboard laughs [Verse 1] Forklift backing up, radio all static and hiss A night shift foreman yelling, “I did not sign up for this” Grease on the trailer gate, coffee gone cold in a can Somebody cut the breaker, now the whole yard feels unplanned A dented blue sedan parked under the loading dock lamp A kid in a school logo hoodie slipping through the damp He’s filming with his phone like it’s a fireworks display While the crane keeps listing south and the alarms won’t stay [Pre-Chorus] And every bolt is talking Every chain is loose Everybody’s running Nobody wants to choose [Chorus] Sirens on the rooftop, cables snapping loose Chrome knuckles hit the pavement, shaking every fuse If the whole place comes apart, let it come apart loud Let the sirens cut the dark and drag us out of the crowd Sirens on the rooftop, hands up in the haze Steel bodies stumbling through the flood of amber blaze We were built to carry weight, now we’re barely in the frame When the night starts splitting open, nothing looks the same [Verse 2] Over by the seawall, two rigs nose to nose One got a busted grille, one got a coat of road salt and old scars on its doors A guy in a hard hat says the port’s been off all week Since the fresh paint on the gantry started peeling at the beam He points at the tower, says, “That thing used to glide” Now it lurches like a drunk when the wind comes off the tide A pallet full of batteries, a rack full of bent chain A thousand little failures all calling each other by name [Pre-Chorus] And every bolt is talking Every chain is loose Everybody’s running Nobody wants to choose [Chorus] Sirens on the rooftop, cables snapping loose Chrome knuckles hit the pavement, shaking every fuse If the whole place comes apart, let it come apart loud Let the sirens cut the dark and drag us out of the crowd Sirens on the rooftop, hands up in the haze Steel bodies stumbling through the flood of amber blaze We were built to carry weight, now we’re barely in the frame When the night starts splitting open, nothing looks the same [Verse 3] The clock on the shipping office froze at 2:17 Nobody trusts a clock that stops when it gets mean Someone kicked the vending machine, got a bag of stale chips And the can of cola sprayed out like a busted fire hose tip There’s a line of tow trucks idling with their headlights low Like they know what’s coming but they don’t want to know A woman in a red windbreaker climbs the stairwell slow Says her brother’s on the roof and he refuses to go [Bridge] Up there, the whole skyline’s just a stack of rust and glass A radio tower leaning where the weather dragged it past She says he used to fix things with a crescent wrench and tape Now he stares at the flashing and calls it by its shape He says, “Listen to the metal It’s trying to get free All these cables keep on singing Like they know it’s me” [Breakdown] Boom of the harbor door Skid on concrete, flare of white Hands on the railing No one’s walking out tonight Boom of the harbor door Chain in the cold wind cries Three hard taps on the switchbox Then the whole yard lights [Final Chorus] Sirens on the rooftop, cables snapping loose Chrome knuckles hit the pavement, shaking every fuse If the whole place comes apart, let it come apart loud Let the sirens cut the dark and drag us out of the crowd Sirens on the rooftop, hands up in the haze Steel bodies stumbling through the flood of amber blaze We were built to carry weight, now we’re barely in the frame When the night starts splitting open, nothing looks the same Sirens on the rooftop, one last call goes through Between the busted steel and the salt and the crew If the tower leans, if the whole block shakes We’ll be standing in the noise when the morning breaks [Outro] Cables on the verge Sirens fading thin Chrome on the concrete Starting up again
