Factory

The routine is lazy, so shame on me I want to be the fresh air in this factory This scene is blurry, but I'm listening The machines are noisy, but there's music in me I brought my voice, bitter and sweet For better or worse, it's full of feeling Let's start a circle where we can stomp our feet And move all the muscles we keep forgetting I can close my eyes, still hum the melody Turn me down or lock me up, my heart still has the beat I'd like to make sense of everything I feel Maybe make a a difference in some way that's real When life seems artificial, you must have forgot to breathe How can you do that, us humans aren't machines