They say the boardroom lights went dim The night the chairman lost his breath One week later another fell And the rumors started whispering death The stock climbed higher every day The blood dried clean beneath the floor By the time the questions gathered weight John Silvermane held every door Tall as a tower, cold as chrome A voice that could command a war When he stepped into a crowded room You forgot what you were fighting for And nobody knew, nobody knew Through the smoke and neon rain Was that silver crown born from flesh Or forged beneath the skin of his brain? Oh, Silvermane, king of the knife unseen Selling angels and machines To every flag and every scheme Militech bought his shining dreams Arasaka bought them too While he armed the shadows behind their lines And smiled like only devils do Oh, Silvermane, lord of the game Every victor wore his chain The city burned for profit's sake And he collected all the same His crew was tight, a right hand and a left If you saw him alone check your eyes His hands were always near, On this you can bet your life. His giant shadow never spoke A mountain walking close behind A Solo built from scars and steel With murder sleeping in his eyes No contract broke, no threat survived No enemy crossed that silent wall But when the guns were put away He'd drink with his friend laughing at them all Then there was the doctor, mad as hell With genius dancing through his veins Building miracles by daylight And monstrosities when unrestrained Silvermane kept him on a leash Though some would swear the leash was thin For every life the doctor saved He stitched together stranger things And somewhere deep beneath the towers Past the cameras and the lies Aid convoys rolled through hungry streets Paid for by silver hair at night Oh, Silvermane, king of the knife unseen Selling angels and machines To every flag and every scheme Militech bought his shining dreams Arasaka bought them too While he armed the shadows behind their lines And smiled like only devils do Oh, Silvermane, lord of the game Every victor wore his chain The city burned for profit's sake And he collected all the same Saint or serpent, nobody knows The ledgers vanished when he died Some found medicine in ruined towns Some found assassins at their side A thousand corps owed him their rise A million people cursed his name But every war that shook the world Somehow enriched Silvermane And when they searched for proof at last The files were gone, the witnesses dead Leaving only silver strands of hair And unanswered questions in their stead Oh, Silvermane, ghost in the machine CEO of the in-between Neither black nor white, but silver sheen The corpos fought, the markets soared The governments drew battle lines Yet every road led back somehow To the man with the silver hair Oh, Silvermane, wherever you've gone The city's neon still remains And every fixer tells your tale Of the king who wore no crown Yet ruled them all just the same.
