The Machine's Grip

Stacked like bricks in a concrete tower,

Dreams get crushed by the hands of power.

Paper chase, but they hold the keys,

Lock us out while they count their fees.

Industry of people, cogs in the wheel,

Grind so hard, forgot how to feel.

Faces blend, lost in the grind,

Freedom's a ghost, we can’t seem to find.

Contracts inked in invisible chains,

Promise you gold but deliver you pain.

Smiles fake, their words a ruse,

Puppet on strings, they tighten the noose.

Industry of people, cogs in the wheel,

Grind so hard, forgot how to feel.

Faces blend, lost in the grind,

Freedom's a ghost, we can’t seem to find.

Behind closed doors, the whispers grow,

Power's a river, it’s a ruthless flow.

Keep us hungry, keep us blind,

While they dine on the fruit of the grind.

Industry of people, cogs in the wheel,

Grind so hard, forgot how to feel.

Faces blend, lost in the grind,

Freedom's a ghost, we can’t seem to find.