[Intro]
[Clean guitar, slow bass motif and a distant metal shift bell struck by hand]

[Verse 1]
Dad's lunchbox rusts by locker thirteen,
Safety glasses still polished clean.
Rain writes lines through the roof,
The company boxed it as proof.

[Chorus]
We are the Closed Factory Choir,
Cold dust breathing by a barrel-drum fire.
Names on lockers, hands on wire,
We built your wealth, now name the buyer.

[Verse 2]
Mom cleaned nights to keep lights on,
The strongman swore he loved our town.
Dad threw one boot at the flickering screen:
"No king knows what this wrench means."

[Chorus]
We are the Closed Factory Choir,
Cold dust breathing by a barrel-drum fire.
Names on lockers, hands on wire,
We built your wealth, now name the buyer.

[Verse 3]
Maria brought coffee, Leon brought wire,
June fed pallets to the fire.
"STILL HERE" crossed loading bay two,
No savior came, so we found who signed.

[Bridge]
One voice is grief with nowhere to go,
Ten voices carry what one can't hold.
The shift bell rings through the factory floor,
Not calling us in, calling us toward the door.

[Buildup]
[Clean guitar becomes distorted as additional voices enter each four bars]

Lost my pension.
Kept this wrench.
Lost the building.
Kept the names.

[Final Chorus]
We are the Closed Factory Choir,
Walking out with the shift bell higher.
No crown gets grief, no clown gets hired,
We carry the truth from the Closed Factory Choir.

[Outro]
Dawn through the roof.
Dust in the air.