(Verse 1) These cogs once turned for the heart of the Steamlands, Symbols of unity forged by our hands. Their cafés were havens, where the tinkers would meet, Over a cup o’ steam, life felt complete. (Verse 2) But the Cogsworth Syndicate, with their gilded schemes, Turned our gathering halls into corporate machines. They stripped the brass beauty, replaced it with grime, Now the cogs of the Steamlands are stuck in their time. (Chorus) Ruined cogs, shattered pride, Steamlands broken, dreams denied. We won’t be tools in their hollow plan, We’ll take back the cogs, rebuild our land. Ruined cogs, they’ve gone astray, But steam will rise and sweep them away. (Bridge) The old Steamwell Cafés, where ideas would ignite, Are now shadows of wonder, dimmed by their blight. No more songs of invention, no laughter, no cheer, Just watered-down steam and the stench of despair. (Verse 3) They thought we’d forget the old valves and gears, But the fire in our boilers burns through the years. Lady Valvoria called from the square, “These cogs aren’t theirs; they’re ours to repair!” (Chorus) Ruined cogs, shattered pride, Steamlands broken, dreams denied. We won’t be tools in their hollow plan, We’ll take back the cogs, rebuild our land. Ruined cogs, they’ve gone astray, But steam will rise and sweep them away. (Bridge) The pistons are pounding, the kettles scream, The Steamfolk unite in a rising dream. With wrenches and hammers, we take to the fight, To reclaim our cafés and restore the light. (Verse 4) Now the Cogsworth Tower lies rusted and bent, Their empire of greed to the scrapyard was sent. Steamlands are humming with life once again, The cogs turn for the people, not the greed of men. (Verse 5) The cafés are bustling, the steam whistles sing, The joy of invention is back in full swing. With a cup o’ steam raised, we toast to the day, The spirit of the Steamlands has found its way. (Bridge) Ruined cogs, now restored, Steamlands thriving, dreams outpoured. We’ve broken free from the corporate hand, The cogs now turn for the people’s land. Ruined cogs, no more decay, For steam has risen and blown them away. (Outro) So gather your wrenches, your cups, and your cheer, The Steamlands are shining, the future is clear. Where once we were broken, now we stand supreme, For the cogs and the people, united in steam.
