[Intro][Industrial Ambient]
(Sound of distant sirens, static crackle)
Dust settles slow, a gray, gritty veil
On asphalt cracked, where life used to prevail.
A phantom car park, ghosts in the air,
Waiting for the rumble, a sound of despair.

[Verse 1][Gritty Folk]
Sunrise bleeds red, through skies choked and torn,
Another day breaks, for the hopeless and worn.
Scavenger souls, with eyes hollowed deep,
Huddled for warmth, while the cold city sleeps.
We search through the rubble, for anything left,
A flicker of hope, a moment's respite.

[Pre-Chorus][Rising Tension]
Then a cough in the distance, a diesel-fueled drone,
The transport arrives, leaving us all alone.
A flicker of fear, a desperate, silent plea,
Will the truck stop for me, or will it just flee?

[Chorus][Harsh Electronic Beat]
Pick me up, truck, don't leave me behind!
Crude rations and water, the only hope we find.
To the labor pits, where the earth groans and cries,
Another day's toil, beneath poisoned skies.
If I can't work, if I can't stand tall,
Then the dust will reclaim me, answering nature's call.

[Verse 2][Desperate Whisper]
They assess us with eyes, like cold, judging steel,
A limp, a cough, the fate they reveal.
Some are selected, their muscles deemed strong,
Others are left, where they don't belong.
To face the emptiness, the gnawing decay,
A slow fading out, at the close of the day.

[Pre-Chorus][Rising Tension]
The engine roars louder, a promise and dread,
The fortunate few, on their way to be fed.
A flicker of envy, a sigh of relief,
For those who are taken, away from this grief.

[Chorus][Harsh Electronic Beat]
Pick me up, truck, don't leave me behind!
Crude rations and water, the only hope we find.
To the labor pits, where the earth groans and cries,
Another day's toil, beneath poisoned skies.
If I can't work, if I can't stand tall,
Then the dust will reclaim me, answering nature's call.

[Bridge][Melancholy Synth]
Remember green fields? Remember the rain?
Now just dry earth, and a persistent, dull pain.
We built all this beauty, then tore it apart,
Now we're just fragments, with a broken, scarred heart.

[Outro][Fading Industrial Sounds]
The truck disappears, into the haze,
Leaving silence again, in these desolate days.
Another one left, to fade in the gray,
Until the next truck, perhaps, comes their way.
(Sound of wind whistling through ruins, fading out)