[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."
