Lay me on the table, lock the tourniquet Black-market surgeon with a soldering kit Forty thousand credits for a chrome left arm — worth every scar, every nerve alarm Cut the signal where the shoulder breaks Splice the titanium where the marrow aches Feel the current where the blood used to run — I'm not losing myself, I'm becoming the gun Hydraulic fingers close around the blade Neural feedback — every movement pre-displayed I feel the world sharpen like a sniper scope This ain't desperation, this is antidote They say I'm losing my humanity — I say I'm trading up Every ounce of steel I carry is an ounce they'll never upload, never touch Chrome limb salvation — baptized in the blade Chrome limb salvation — the only prayer that I've made I gave them blood — they wanted more I gave them flesh — they built the war Now I'm giving them something they can't erase Chrome salvation — staring from my face Second surgery, spinal column reinforced Neural jack installed — Admin Class endorsed (Irony don't sit soft on a chrome spine — I built this from the weapons that used to be mine) Reflex accelerator timed to the millisecond Every enemy a calculation, not a reckoning They send three enforcers — I process the angles Exit velocity, bone density, threat level data Zero point six seconds from passive to fatal That used to disturb me. Now it's just practical. I am the gospel, I am the doctrine I am the thing their system never bargained on Chrome limb salvation — baptized in the blade Chrome limb salvation — the only prayer that I've made I gave them blood — they wanted more I gave them flesh — they built the war Now I'm giving them something they can't erase Chrome salvation — staring from my face THEY WANTED ME DIGITAL THEY WANTED ME CLEAN THEY WANTED MY CONSCIOUSNESS FILED AND SERENE BUT EVERY BOLT I DRIVE INTO MY OWN BONES IS A DOOR THEY'LL NEVER OPEN — A FREQUENCY THEY'LL NEVER OWN Chrome limb salvation — baptized in the blade Chrome limb salvation — the only prayer that I've made I gave them blood — they wanted more I gave them flesh — they built the war Now I'm giving them something they can't erase Chrome salvation — written on my face
