[Verse 1] Metallic whispers through circuits hum, A language of gears, where the chaos comes. Precision fractures the human creed, A pulse unbound, a rhythmic need. [Verse 2] Wires tangle in harmonic strain, Cold machinery sings of pain. Blueprints drawn in aural sprawl, Each note a cog, each beat the thrall. [Pre-Chorus 1] Steel and string in a clockwork trance, A fractured dance where shadows advance. Feel the grind as the cadence turns, In the engine’s song, the cosmos burns. [Chorus] Mechanical rhythms, forged in steel, A symphony of gears we feel. Echoes of a world both fierce and vast, The future calls, the past won’t last. [Verse 3] In broken time, the patterns weave, A lattice of sound we can’t conceive. The tension builds in the binary stream, Each pulse alive, each break a dream. [Verse 4] Tuned to the grind of the cosmic forge, Where silence dies and the sparks engorge. Notes descend like a hammer's fall, Each vibration a machine’s call. [Pre-Chorus 2] Wheels of rhythm, relentless, precise, Turning chaos into artifice. Through the static, the song persists, A code etched deep in iron’s kiss. [Chorus] Mechanical rhythms, forged in steel, A symphony of gears we feel. Echoes of a world both fierce and vast, The future calls, the past won’t last. [Bridge] The turbine spins, the echoes roar, In the grinding pulse of the machine’s core. An anthem built in the factory’s glow, Forever marching, forever in flow. [Outro] As the gears slow down, the silence breathes, A fleeting moment of reprieve. Yet in the void, the cadence lives, Eternal in the mechanical rhythms.
