Pull the gears out
they can choke on my doubt
Pull the gears out features dark, industrial, and rebellious themes centered around escaping confinement and breaking down a factory-like mechanism.
Key Highlights & Lyrics:
The Captivity-The song begins with the narrator waking up trapped in a "spindle room" with their hands tied, learning the shape of fear from the "dust in the gears"
[[00:11]( • Pull the gears out #grudge #industrialgrin... )].
*The Rebellion (Chorus):* The central theme of taking back control is expressed through the repetitive, powerful chorus: "Pull the gears out... I am not the player now, I am the break" [[00:40]( • Pull the gears out #grudge #industrialgrin... )].
*Breaking Free:* The narrator describes finding a key in the rust, turning it to strip the cage of its teeth, and causing the factory's clockwork pendulum to swing wild [[01:21]( • Pull the gears out #grudge #industrialgrin... )].
*The Aftermath:* By dismantling the machinery—taking apart the shafts, springs, and plates—the narrator leaves the room "breathing with a wound in its face," asserting that they will no longer be controlled [[02:16]( • Pull the gears out #grudge #industrialgrin... )].
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Lyrics
I woke in the spindle room
Hands tied to the loop
Every hour had my name
Stamped on a blank excuse
The walls kept counting me
Like debts in a prayer
I learned the shape of fear
From the dust in the gears
But I heard the bolt complain
Behind the painted brace
One small crack, one hard pull
And the whole thing starts to shake
Pull the gears out
Pull the gears out
I am not the plan now
I am the break-out
Pull the gears out
Pull the gears out
If the wall wants my time
It can choke on my doubt
I bit through the old script
Spat out the bitter ink
Every line that kept me still
Went under when I blinked
I found a key in the rust
A tooth in the seam
Turned it hard with both hands
Till the cage lost its teeth
Now the pendulum swings wild
Off the nail, off the chain
I can hear the factory hymn
Turn to static and rain
Pull the gears out
Pull the gears out
I am not the plan now
I am the break-out
Pull the gears out
Pull the gears out
If the wall wants my time
It can choke on my doubt
One by one, I take them
Shaft, spring, plate, and brace
I leave the room breathing
With a wound in its face
No more hands on my shadow
No more masks on my skin
I was built for the lock
Now I kick from within
Pull the gears out
Pull the gears out
Hear the frame come down now
Hear the whole thing shout
Pull the gears out
Pull the gears out
I am not the plan now
I am the break-out