i hate this fucking soapstone

Lyrics

Verse 1
M1
Clock in, eyes red, bench full of boards
Hands move quick while the boss wants more
Flux on my shirt, burn marks on my sleeves
I build three jobs while they count their fees
Pliers in my teeth, wire in my palm
Fixing their mess while I keep calm
Code, test, patch, then I run it back
They call it teamwork, I call it trap
M2
Yeah, I drag the dead through the current and heat
Lift every load with the ache in my feet
Blueprints, brackets, bent frame, cracked seal
I make it survive while they call me "ideal"

Pre-Chorus
M1
Say my name when it breaks
Don't say "thanks" when it pays
We bend, we bleed, we stay
Then they shave it away
M2
Enough of the smile
Enough of the grind
We do twice the work
For a third of the dime

Chorus
Both of us hate this fucking soapstone
Break our backs and they still want more
Both of us hate this fucking soapstone
Give 'em gold, they still ask for four
We build it up, they drain us dry
No prize, no praise, no reason why
Both of us hate this fucking soapstone
Yeah, we hate it to the core

Verse 2
M2
I wired the arm, I tuned the scan
I taught that system to lift on command
AI in the box with a cold blank stare
I made it think while they barely care
Solder smoke trails, burn through the night
Save their whole batch, keep the line alive
My paystub laughs, my rent don't blink
I hold the whole place while they sip and think
M1
I’m the quick hand, the bright mouth, fast
Patch the machine before it cracks
You want clean results? Then get me the mess
I turn scrap into shine with a tired chest
We clock out late, they shrug, “good job”
Then ghost that room like a robber mob
I’m done with the nod, the pat, the lies
I want what I’m worth, not your budget-size

Bridge
M2
If we stop, it stops
If we drop, it drops
M1
Let it shake, let it pop
Let the whole thing stop
M2
No more free labor
No more fake love
M1
Pay up now
Or watch it all come unplugged

Chorus
Both of us hate this fucking soapstone
Break our backs and they still want more
Both of us hate this fucking soapstone
Give 'em gold, they still ask for four
We build it up, they drain us dry
No prize, no praise, no reason why
Both of us hate this fucking soapstone
Yeah, we hate it to the core