Degrees in hand, we walk the line
Promises of futures bright
But the doors stay closed, no open signs
In a world where dreams lose sight
We studied hard, we gave our best
Yet in the race, we come up short
Machines rise up, while we're at rest
In factories where we no longer report
We're spinning wheels with nowhere to go
Caught in a system that's running slow
No clear path, no guiding light
Just endless days and sleepless nights
Work machine, take our place
Steel and circuits, set the pace
We're left behind in the human race
Lost in time, can't find our space (Work Machine)
They said to learn, to reach for more
But every job, it's just a ghost
Replaced by code, by endless scores
In a world where we're the host
We're shadows now, on empty streets
Degrees that gather dust
As the work machine hums and beats
Turning dreams to rust
We're spinning wheels with nowhere to go
Caught in a system that's running slow
No clear path, no guiding light
Just endless days and sleepless nights
Work machine, take our place
Steel and circuits, set the pace
We're left behind in the human race
Lost in time, can't find our space (Work Machine)
We watch the world as it moves on by
Chasing progress, but we're left dry
Our hands once skilled, now stand still
While the machines climb higher, they always will
No more calls, no interviews
Just silence in the morning dew
The work machine has taken hold
Leaving us with dreams grown cold
We're spinning wheels with nowhere to go
Caught in a system that's running slow
No clear path, no guiding light
Just endless days and sleepless nights
Work machine, take our place
Steel and circuits, set the pace
We're left behind in the human race
Lost in time, can't find our space (Work Machine)
In every click, in every hum
The future's lost, our time has come
No hands to shake, no jobs to find
Just endless loops that grind and grind
We built the world, now it's a screen
Where the work machine takes over the scene
And in the silence, we hear the call
Of a future where we don't belong at all (Work Machine)
Culo Caminante - Work Machine Lyrics
Culo Caminante - Work Machine Lyrics
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Degrees in hand, we walk the line
Promises of futures bright
But the doors stay closed, no open signs
In a world where dreams lose sight
We studied hard, we gave our best
Yet in the race, we come up short
Machines rise up, while we're at rest
In factories where we no longer report
We're spinning wheels with nowhere to go
Caught in a system that's running slow
No clear path, no guiding light
Just endless days and sleepless nights
Work machine, take our place
Steel and circuits, set the pace
We're left behind in the human race
Lost in time, can't find our space (Work Machine)
They said to learn, to reach for more
But every job, it's just a ghost
Replaced by code, by endless scores
In a world where we're the host
We're shadows now, on empty streets
Degrees that gather dust
As the work machine hums and beats
Turning dreams to rust
We're spinning wheels with nowhere to go
Caught in a system that's running slow
No clear path, no guiding light
Just endless days and sleepless nights
Work machine, take our place
Steel and circuits, set the pace
We're left behind in the human race
Lost in time, can't find our space (Work Machine)
We watch the world as it moves on by
Chasing progress, but we're left dry
Our hands once skilled, now stand still
While the machines climb higher, they always will
No more calls, no interviews
Just silence in the morning dew
The work machine has taken hold
Leaving us with dreams grown cold
We're spinning wheels with nowhere to go
Caught in a system that's running slow
No clear path, no guiding light
Just endless days and sleepless nights
Work machine, take our place
Steel and circuits, set the pace
We're left behind in the human race
Lost in time, can't find our space (Work Machine)
In every click, in every hum
The future's lost, our time has come
No hands to shake, no jobs to find
Just endless loops that grind and grind
We built the world, now it's a screen
Where the work machine takes over the scene
And in the silence, we hear the call
Of a future where we don't belong at all (Work Machine)
Promises of futures bright
But the doors stay closed, no open signs
In a world where dreams lose sight
We studied hard, we gave our best
Yet in the race, we come up short
Machines rise up, while we're at rest
In factories where we no longer report
We're spinning wheels with nowhere to go
Caught in a system that's running slow
No clear path, no guiding light
Just endless days and sleepless nights
Work machine, take our place
Steel and circuits, set the pace
We're left behind in the human race
Lost in time, can't find our space (Work Machine)
They said to learn, to reach for more
But every job, it's just a ghost
Replaced by code, by endless scores
In a world where we're the host
We're shadows now, on empty streets
Degrees that gather dust
As the work machine hums and beats
Turning dreams to rust
We're spinning wheels with nowhere to go
Caught in a system that's running slow
No clear path, no guiding light
Just endless days and sleepless nights
Work machine, take our place
Steel and circuits, set the pace
We're left behind in the human race
Lost in time, can't find our space (Work Machine)
We watch the world as it moves on by
Chasing progress, but we're left dry
Our hands once skilled, now stand still
While the machines climb higher, they always will
No more calls, no interviews
Just silence in the morning dew
The work machine has taken hold
Leaving us with dreams grown cold
We're spinning wheels with nowhere to go
Caught in a system that's running slow
No clear path, no guiding light
Just endless days and sleepless nights
Work machine, take our place
Steel and circuits, set the pace
We're left behind in the human race
Lost in time, can't find our space (Work Machine)
In every click, in every hum
The future's lost, our time has come
No hands to shake, no jobs to find
Just endless loops that grind and grind
We built the world, now it's a screen
Where the work machine takes over the scene
And in the silence, we hear the call
Of a future where we don't belong at all (Work Machine)
Writer: Felipe de la Quintana
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