05 - Iron Fangs

[Song - 05 off of the album "Wolf's Lament] I was muscle, bone, and fury, clothed in dust and dark, But now my body’s metal, wired, with a hollow heart. Their needles hum, my flesh a broken work of art. Captured by the steel-eyed guardians of the dawn, Under cracked skies where the living flesh is gone. They dragged me down into their silver halls, Where my blood stained their needles, painting their walls. They pulled at my muscles, ripped sinew and skin, Only for it to mend, so they’d do it again. They whisper in code, call me their “prize,” For flesh remade in chrome can’t ever die. I’m split open and stitched back again and again, A nightmare unending, a loop without end. Iron fangs where flesh once lay, Piston heart, I’ve become their prey. Lost in the madness, I claw and I scream, Torn from the shadow of what I’d dreamed. Yet they rebuild, refit, ’til I’m barely me. Each wound that I close, each scar they unwind, They twist my flesh to their mechanical design. Where once was instinct, pure rage, and death, Now there’s only wires, I can't feel my breath. My howl’s drowned out by gears and steel, And the echo feels wrong, too hollow, too real. They mold me in metal, a creature reborn, Fur burnt away, my body twisted, torn. A machine in the moonlight, no flesh left to shed, Bound in steel, yet I cannot be dead. In this new cage, a mechanical animal reborn. Where flesh was fierce, now metal stays, A twisted soul, in steel's embrace. Clawed and hacked to a lifeless frame, Yet my wounds stitch tight, like a ghost of pain. Lost, and nowhere left to roam. I am the beast remade, their silvered curse, A life trapped in steel, an unending thirst. They thought they’d made me whole—but it only got worse.