Auto Machine

Auto Machine
Written By Fictional Name

People there are machines
Same thing everyday
Slowly losing feeling
Until they get paid
But can’t dare mention or question
What is a living wage?
And no emergency savings
To get out of this place

Over and over and over like a machine
Do it Again and again, until there’s no more feeling
Over and over and over like a machine
No one who is free would stay here

Cold cement floor with cracks
Just like everyone there.
Forklifts and conveyor belts
rhythm of dread in the air
And customer obsession
Is not neutral on unions
We’ll provide more garbage cans
For their bottles of urine

Over and over like a machine
There’s no end when they pretend there’s no beginning
Over and over and over like a machine
A beating heart will stop with automation
Over and over like a machine
Over and over until we’re obsolete

Over and over and over like a machine
Do it Again and again, until there’s no more feeling
Over and over and over like a machine
No one who is free would stay here