The gears keep grinding, never slowing down

I feed the furnace with my days, I pay the toll with a permanent frown

Another number on a screen, a phantom of what I could have been

My father knew this tired routine, the quiet death of the machine

I feel the circuit start to break!

I'm waking up for my own sake!

This is the day the machine stops!

I'm climbing up and out of the toxic drops!

I'll cut the wire, I'll pull the plug!

And leave behind this cold, mechanical shrug!

The machine stops with me!

They promised freedom in a monthly plan, but just delivered a smaller man

My mother's spirit was the first to go, crushed by the gears so slow

I see her ghost in the factory light, another soul lost to the endless night

But I won't follow her down that track, I'm taking my whole life back

I feel the circuit start to break!

I'm waking up for my own sake!

This is the day the machine stops!

I'm climbing up and out of the toxic drops!

I'll cut the wire, I'll pull the plug!

And leave behind this cold, mechanical shrug!

The machine stops with me!

I hear the silence now, where the roaring used to be. It sounds like... possibility