Factory Already Closed

The papers pile up on my desk. Another week, another test. Something's coming, I can guess. But I don't know the details yet. Om Namo Bhagavate Rudraya. You can't close what's already closed. Sleeping where the steel once rose. Om Namo Bhagavate Rudraya. You can't close what's already closed. We're sleeping where the steel once rose. Rudra wants to shut it down. But baby, look around this town. The steel factory's been dead and done. Brick by brick, piece by piece, One by one. Where the conveyor belts used to Run. Now my bed sits, my breakfast begun. The furnace floor's a living room. The loading bay's a bedroom too. You wanna lock the factory gate. Brother buddy, you're too late. Om Namo Bhagavate Rudraya. You can't close what's already closed. We're sleeping where the steel once rose. Om Namo Bhagavate Rudraya. You can't shut what's already shut. We're living in the factory's gut. Rails rusted under kitchen tile. We've been here for a while. Pipes painted over, walls repaired. You think we're scared? You can't destroy what's been remade. But you can make us afraid. The machines moved out years ago. Motor oil and metal flow. Replaced by beds and tidy rows. Where the assembly line used to go. Om Namo Bhagavate Rudraya. You can't close what's already closed. We're sleeping where the steel once rose. Om Namo Bhagavate Rudraya. You can't close what's already closed. We're sleeping where the steel once rose.