This is the story of our lives, a tale as old as time
Passed down through generations
We work our fingers to the bone
This life is all we have and all we've ever known
In the shadow of these titans, left to gather dust
Stainless steel leviathans, consumed by rot and rust
From dawn to dusk we spend our days
Working our bodies to an early grave
Sing a song of breaking, words of fire and unmaking
Swing the hammer, wield the axe
Ruined lives, reduced to worthless scrap
This is not the life we wanted, this is not what we were promised
These shattered skeletons of steel, whose broken ribs now pierce the sky
Their metal skin, worn thin, by distance and by time
We work our fingers to the bone
This life is all we have and all we've known
Raise your hammers higher, sing with every strike
Make your way down to the water, as the dawn begins to break
Life is short and death is cheap
In the shadow of these giants
Laid to rest upon the beach
Mired in the mud, and grounded on the sand
Paid for with our blood, and broken by our hands
The more things change, the more they stay the same
In the belly of these behemoths, we spend our days
Picking the bones of forgotten gods, rusting silent in their graves
Raise your hammers higher, sing with every strike
Make your way down to the water, as the dawn begins to break