Iron City Halo

Steel bones, lake wind, the towers groan, Another prophet with a megaphone. Preaching fire in a second-hand suit, Selling faith like substitute truth. They build their kingdoms out of glass, Forget the future, praise the past. Every streetlight hums their name, While the bridges rust in blame. Iron City halo — shining through the smoke, Promises for power, but the engine’s broke. Iron City halo — painted on the sky, The saints don’t live here, they just testify. Another speech from a borrowed throne, “Change will come,” but the seeds won’t grow. The skyline prays in electric pain, The river runs black with rain. They pave the truth in silver lies, Neon crosses in their eyes. No plan, no guilt, no sight — Just slogans in the floodlight. Iron City halo — shining through the smoke, Promises for power, but the engine’s broke. Iron City halo — painted on the sky, The saints don’t live here, they just testify. Oh, Chicago bleeds in concrete tones, Dreams are bought, and hope’s on loan. The mayor smiles in mirrored glass, While history burns beneath the mass. Iron City halo — built on rust and sin, The light looks holy, but it won’t get in. Iron City halo — echo of the old, The streets remember what they were sold.