Not your machine

(Verse 1)

He wakes before the morning light

While the city sleeps through quiet nights

They lean on him like he won’t break

But how much more can one man take?

He’s done the work, he’s paid his dues

Still left with nothing left to lose

They see his hands, but not his soul

They take the part, but not the whole

(Pre-Chorus)

He’s held the line while they let go

And no one asks if he's okay, though

If his body had a voice to scream

It’d beg for silence, beg to dream

(Chorus)

He’s not a machine, he’s not a name on timecards

Not a lifeline you can stretch too far

He feels the weight they’ll never see

Still gives it all so selflessly

But even steel begins to rust

When it’s been carrying too much

He’s not your slave, he’s not your tool

He’s a man who's tired of being used

(Verse 2)

They praise him when the job gets done

But never ask what he’s become

No holiday, no space to breathe

Just expectations he can’t leave

His body aches, his spirit cracks

But still, he’s got the world on his back

He smiles like nothing's wrong at all

While deep inside, he wants to fall

(Pre-Chorus)

They see results, but not the cost

How many nights, how much he’s lost

If hearts could shatter loud and clear

You’d hear the truth you won't come near

(Chorus)

He’s not a machine, not built for endless giving

He’s more than just a way of living

He dreams like you, he breaks like glass

But still, you push and let him pass

He’s earned his peace, he’s earned his rest

But all he gets is second best

He’s not your slave, he’s not your tool

He’s a man who’s done with being used

(Bridge – Rap style or spoken word)

He’s the one who shows up, no matter the storm

But no one shows up to keep him warm

Responsibility, with no return

Watch a fire dim while others burn

He ain’t your backup, your guarantee

He’s tired of fighting silently

You take and take, but never give

Tell me, is that any way to live?

(Breakdown – stripped back, haunting)

He’s screaming inside

But machines don’t cry...

(Final Chorus – emotional crescendo)

He’s not a machine, he’s got a voice, a fire

Not just fuel for your empire

He breathes like you, he bleeds the same

But all he’s felt is hurt and blame

You took his time, ignored his right

But he still stood and stayed to fight

He’s not your slave, he’s not your tool

He’s a man who’s finally through…

(Outro – soft and haunting)

He’s not a machine…

He’s not a machine…