I used to wonder how it felt
To be the guy who changed the factory sign
“— Days Without An Accident”
I guess it feels like this
Prying off the cheap plastic 36
Leaden 0 in my hands
Trying to find the strength
To start over
You want to leave
But this factory is one where you never clock out
You just return to your daily grind
Where ravenous gears and pistons snap and chomp
Hungry for another bite
Nothing left but to dodge as best you can
With each sidestep, another prayer
“Get me through one more day, Lord.”
“Give me just one more day.”
