The Last Carriagev6

[Intro — train wheels, low guitars, steady mechanical drums] [Clean vocals] The engine never sleeps. Neither do the ones it leaves behind. [Verse 1 — restrained clean vocals, pulsing rhythm] Steel walls swallow every sunrise, Cold breath clouds the narrow glass. Somewhere up ahead, they dine While we divide the scraps that last. The wheels keep time like iron hearts, The same hard beat beneath us all. But every carriage has a ceiling, And every ceiling has a wall. [Pre-Chorus — rising intensity, harsh vocals] ONE TRACK! ONE ENGINE! A THOUSAND LIVES IN CHAINS! THE FRONT TAKES EVERYTHING— THE BACK ABSORBS THE PAIN! [Chorus — soaring clean vocals, full band] We are more than what they leave us, More than hunger, more than fear. If the whole train calls us worthless, Let it hear us coming near. Every wheel that keeps on turning Carries every stolen year. We are more than what they leave us— And the end is drawing near. [Breakdown — half-time, choppy guitars, metal-on-metal rhythm] [Extreme vocals] CAR BY CAR! [Impact] WALL BY WALL! [Impact] WE ARE DONE WITH TAKING LESS THAN ALL! [Verse 2 — rhythmic clean vocals, heavier guitars] They call the order necessary, Say the balance must remain. But a system built on silence Only teaches us to break. We pass the doors, we mark the distance, We count the cost of every mile. The farther forward we are carried, The less they can deny our names. [Pre-Chorus — rising harsh vocals] ONE TRACK! ONE ENGINE! A THOUSAND LIVES IN CHAINS! THE FRONT TAKES EVERYTHING— THE BACK ABSORBS THE PAIN! [Chorus — bigger, layered clean vocals] We are more than what they leave us, More than hunger, more than fear. If the whole train calls us worthless, Let it hear us coming near. Every wheel that keeps on turning Carries every stolen year. We are more than what they leave us— And the end is drawing near. [Bridge — train rhythm drops to a heartbeat, clean vocals] If breaking through means losing The shelter we have known, Would you choose the open silence Over living in a cage of steel? The engine offers no tomorrow. The windows offer no reply. Somewhere beyond this frozen carriage There may still be a wider sky. [Final Breakdown — slow, crushing, stop-start hits] [Extreme vocals] STOP THE WHEELS! [Impact] BREAK THE LINE! [Silence] NO ONE OWNS THE HUMAN SPINE! [Final Chorus — full band, emotional clean vocals] We are more than what they leave us, More than hunger, more than fear. If the whole train calls us worthless, Let it hear us coming near. Every wheel that kept on turning Could not hold us year by year. We are more than what they leave us— Now the open sky is here. [Outro — train rhythm slows, then falls silent] [Clean vocals] The wheels stop. The world begins.