[Verse] Clock ticking slow through the smoke and the steam, One more shift, one more dream we’ve seen. Steel beams hum, a low electric prayer, But the radio’s still singing, keepin’ us there. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the gears are worn, the lights are dim, But the beat don’t quit—no, it won’t let us in. We rise with the bass, we move with the crack, Even shadows got rhythm when the night’s in track. [Chorus] Dance on the line before the whistle blows, Hearts full of fire in the factory’s glow. We ain’t free, but we’re feelin’ free, Funk in our bones, and a thousand miles to be. Dance on the line before the whistle blows— One more round of fire and a soul that knows. [Verse] Machines breathe deep like they’re old and tired, But the rhythm’s loud and the noise is inspired. Fingers stained with grease, but the step is clean, We keep the beat like a promise unseen. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the world outside don’t know our name, But we’re kings in the clatter of this steel flame. No gold, no crown, just a drum and a sound— We’re building a hymn in this broken ground. [Chorus] Dance on the line before the whistle blows, Hearts full of fire in the factory’s glow. We ain’t free, but we’re feelin’ free, Funk in our bones, and a thousand miles to be. Dance on the line before the whistle blows— One more round of fire and a soul that knows. [Bridge] When the lights go down and the sirens cry, We’ll still be hearin’ that old radio. Not ‘cause we run, not ‘cause we stand, But ‘cause we dance—like we’re still in command. Yes, the gears may stop, but the rhythm stays, Like a ghost that won’t leave, a soul in the haze. [Chorus] Dance on the line before the whistle blows, Hearts full of fire in the factory’s glow. We ain’t free, but we’re feelin’ free, Funk in our bones, and a thousand miles to be. Dance on the line before the whistle blows— One more round of fire and a soul that knows. [Outro] Dance… dance… before the whistle blows… One more round… one more soul… Dance… (Repeat, fade with fading beat and distant radio static)