Rust In The Gears (Source Archive & Official Lyrics)

■ TitleRust In The Gears ■ Official Lyrics:[Chorus1]No dream is a room with the lights cut outNo light, no outline, no way outNo ideal — just a blank, dead skyNo map, no mark, no reason why No plan is a clock with no hands to moveNo hands, no work, no proofNo action — just rust in the gearsNo dream, no success — it disappears [Verse1]I lived in a hallway of polished steelWhere every door was painted “real”But nothing opened, nothing gaveJust mirrors training me to behave I drank the quiet like medicineLet it numb the animal under my skinSoft chains, clean rules, a perfect cageI learned to smile, I learned to age [Verse2]My thoughts were birds with their wings clipped shortCircling the same dead airportI called it patience, called it “safe”While days collapsed like ash in a grate I watched my want turn into dustA nameplate fading into rustWhen you don’t burn, you don’t beginYou just stay clean until you’re thin [Chorus1]No dream is a room with the lights cut outNo light, no outline, no way outNo ideal — just a blank, dead skyNo map, no mark, no reason why No plan is a clock with no hands to moveNo hands, no work, no proofNo action — just rust in the gearsNo dream, no success — it disappears [Verse1]I wore “someday” like holy threadStitched to the tongue, inside the headPromises hung like unlit signsFlickering false in neon time I stacked excuses, brick by brickBuilt a small altar out of “quick”Prayed to comfort, warm and dullWhile hunger starved but stayed loyal [Verse2]I fed my fire with secondhand sparksStole little flashes from passing carsEnough to glow, not enough to blazeEnough to live in borrowed haze And every night the city hissed:You can’t become what you resistA seed won’t rise in salted groundA song won’t start without a sound [Chorus1]No dream is a room with the lights cut outNo light, no outline, no way outNo ideal — just a blank, dead skyNo map, no mark, no reason why No plan is a clock with no hands to moveNo hands, no work, no proofNo action — just rust in the gearsNo dream, no success — it disappears [Verse3]A dream is a knife made out of dawnIt cuts the dark you lean uponIt doesn’t ask to be believedIt makes you bleed, then makes you breathe An ideal is a distant bellYou chase through smoke, through heat, through hellA plan is a wire pulled tight and thin A line you walk with shaking limbs Action is teeth in the winter boneA fist of sound when you’re aloneAnd success is not a crown you steal —It’s the scar that proves you’re real [Chorus1]No dream is a room with the lights cut outNo light, no outline, no way outNo ideal — just a blank, dead skyNo map, no mark, no reason why No plan is a clock with no hands to moveNo hands, no work, no proofNo action — just rust in the gearsNo dream, no success — it disappears [Chorus2]So stop asking the ash to bloomStop begging the dark to be kindStrike one match inside your ribsGive your fear a spine Name the star you want to reachThen draw the line you’ll crossBecause a life without a dreamOnly learns how to lose ■ Credits & Provenance:- World Concept Architect: "That's me."- Lyricist: "Leeni Laurelia"- Total Produce:Groovetune- Cat: MCR 26002- Released: 20 February, 2026 from Mind Circus Records- Theoretical Basis: Material Cause Resonance (DOI: 10.5281/zenodo.18810189)- Execution System: MxCxRex_Creative_System (DOI: 10.5281/zenodo.18897467) ■ Commercial Link:https://www.junodownload.com/products/groovetune-rust-in-the-gears/7465685-02/(Please purchase here for the full listening experience. This DOI record serves as the original source certificate.) ■ Note:Observe, hold hands, and sublimate. Everything is connected in-dust-real Punks with causalitizm. Design the method to create what you love, foolishly.It is "Resonance-driven narrative design".So it is called M*C*Re*.I wish to make your acquaintance. To hear the track, please proceed to the JunoDownload link for purchase.Consider this the beginning of our causality. Pleased to make your acquaintance.