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 breakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
