Factory of Words

[Verse] Smokestacks belching Gears start their grindin' This factory of words Where ideas find bindin' Metallic echoes Reverberate through the air Creating a symphony of thoughts With a hint of despair [Verse 2] The guitar riff Raw and stripped to the core Like a wild beast Roaring and ready to roar Minimalist chords Pulsating and relentless A sonic landscape Where darkness and light meet and wrestle [Bridge] Caught in the web of this industrial soul Rebels and misfits come to find their role The guitar riff cuts through the walls of steel Unleashing the power of what we feel