(Verse 1)
Clock strikes “go” — I’m dressed in grey,
Another sunrise I won’t replay.
Teeth stay clean, hands stay rough,
Got two modes: silent, or tough.

(Hook)
I don’t break,
I bend with style.
Dead-eyed walk
Another mile.
I’m not steel,
I just pretend—
This rusted shell
Still gets me in.

(Verse 2 Build up)
They want bright eyes,
Want lean and fast.
I gave my gears,
Now they want my past.
Can’t feel much —
But I still reply.
Say “I’m good,”
And I sell that lie.

(Hook Punchy, scream)
I don’t break,
I bend with style.
Dead-eyed walk
Another mile.
I’m not steel,
I just pretend—
This rusted shell
Still gets me in.

(Bridge)
Pulled my grin from a cardboard drawer,
Taped it on, walked through the door.
Heartbeat’s low, thoughts run thin—
But I’m a worker, mate. I punch back in.

(Verse 3)
Sleep feels like a borrowed thing,
A payment plan for suffering.
They sell “grind” like gospel truth—
I sold my joy
To buy my youth.

(Final Hook)
I don’t break,
I bend with style.
Fake the pace,
Fake the smile.
I’m not steel,
But I won’t bend in—
Let the wind hit
This rusted tin.

(Outro)
Tin man,
Still on time.
No oil left—
Still walks the line.