Company Grave

[Verse 1] Steel-toe dawn and a keycard kiss, Your rented bed's where the nightmares sit, The phone they gave never stops its ring, A digital leash for the corporate king. [Chorus] Another sunrise with a dead man's eyes, Coffee and pills to mute the cries, The clock eats minutes, the days all blend, A lifetime leased with no amends. [Verse 2] Painted smiles in the breakroom light, Swallow your tears with the sandwich bite, The bossman laughs through the glass so tall, You're just a number due to fall. [Chorus] Another sunrise with a dead man's eyes, Coffee and pills to mute the cries, The clock eats minutes, the days all blend, A lifetime leased with no amends. [Verse 3] They own your door, they own your air, Even the shoes that you wear to there, Your heart's a clock that ticks "obey", Till the gears grind you away. [Verse 4] Friday drinks with the prison guards, Toast to the life that they sold you hard, Your kids don't know you, just your chair, Warm from the weight of despair. [Chorus - Whispered] Another sunrise... dead man's eyes... (The elevator hums the lullaby) The clock eats minutes... days all blend... (The building sighs: "Just pretend") [Verse 5] The elevator's your climbing vine, Thirty years to fall nine floors high, They'll replace you by lunchtime tea, With someone younger, just as cheap. [Verse 6] You haunt the cubicle after dark, A ghost who left without a mark, The janitor finds your final note, Scrawled on the back of your overtime quote. [Chorus - Distorted] ANOTHER SUNRISE WITH A DEAD MAN'S EYES, THE COFFEE'S COLD BUT THE MACHINE STILL LIES, THE CLOCK EATS MINUTES, THE DAYS ALL BLEED, A LIFETIME SIGNED IN THE COMPANY CREED. [Verse 7] The flowers sent from HR say: "Sorry your soul got in the way", The rent collects your last check too, They always take what's owed to you. [Verse 8] New hire sits at your wiped-clean desk, Told not to ask why the air feels stressed, Your name gets mentioned just once a year: "Don't end up like the man right here." [Chorus - Broken Music Box] Another... sunrise... (Springs unwind) Dead... man's... (Keys still chime) [Verse 9] The building eats another one, Chews up the weak, spits out the young, The windows gleam like righteous teeth, While beggars rot in the streets beneath. [Verse 10] They'll bulldoze where you bled that day, Build condos where the workers lay, Your story's just a whisper now - "Productivity mustn't bow."