Beltbound Blues

Описание: Fan music for Factorio, Beltbound Blues. Life through the eyes of the humble inserter, which is somewhat similar as being stuck in the office don't you think?

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-- Lyrics --
In the factory's haze, I pivot and reach,
Snatching up plates, dropping them each.
Conveyors whisper as items drift past,
Echoing commutes in traffic amassed.
No lunch hour pause, no evening unwind,
Anchored in place, my fate intertwined.
Through shifts that blend in perpetual hum,
Amid circuits and sparks, the routine has come.

Swing and release, our mechanical sway,
Tedious beat that drags through the day.
Much like the grind of a desk-bound routine,
Craving a halt, but the alarms intervene.
They boost my speed with enhancements so fine,
Yet the cycle persists, in this grand design.
Just a gear in the vast, dreading the end,
Dismantled hopes where the metrics descend.

They fine-tune my limbs, accelerate pace,
Long reach for stacks, in this endless race.
Still the pattern holds, this hypnotic loop,
Like raises that lure but tighten the noose.
Screens overflow with tasks never done,
Supervisors push, the deadlines overrun.
I twirl with wires, components in hold,
Longing for blackout, a story untold.

Swing and release, our mechanical sway,
Tedious beat that drags through the day.
Much like the grind of a desk-bound routine,
Craving a halt, but the alarms intervene.
They boost my speed with enhancements so fine,
Yet the cycle persists, in this grand design.
Just a gear in the vast, dreading the end,
Dismantled hopes where the metrics descend.

If I lag behind, obsolete and frayed?
Builder approaches, with plans remade.
Ripped from foundation, reformed into scrap,
Like cutbacks that strike when economies snap.
I watch the lines flow, unburdened and free,
No fears of the future, just eternity.
Yet I persist in this automated ballet,
Praying for grace in the workshop's array.

Thus I endure, in the buzz of the chain,
Reaching and setting, again and again.
Reflecting existences beyond digital veils,
Where drudgery erodes, and ambition pales.
A mere stutter perhaps, a fault in the stream,
To shatter the sequence, fulfill the dream.

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