.044 WAR MACHINE at the Oily Hole

[Verse 1] Burnt asbestos in the air That’s the Oily Hole Dusty bots at the card table Half a chassis in the fold Benzene slides the tray on by Rust on her plating, sharp in her stance Two Mystery, lube, house drinks She don’t waste a glance Point zero four four in matte black Been here since the dawn Old scorch marks on the casing Squeal kept tight, then gone The cyborgs grin at the bar With meat still under chrome They call the full bots weak Like they forgot their own home [Pre-Chorus] Then brass boots scrape the floor And the whole room leans in Solar hum through the walls Like a blade on skin He bumps that frame, spills the drink Laughs like he owns the room But the air turns hard and narrow When the duel clock says noon [Chorus] High noon, high noon (high noon) Point zero four four High noon, high noon (high noon) You called, now you want war Burn, burn, brass boy (burn, burn) That flesh ain’t made to stay High noon, high noon (high noon) You made your choice today [Verse 2] Chrome teeth flashing, servo purr He taps the chest like a door You bots don’t got reflexes That’s what you’re breathing for Benzene keeps her face still Like she’s seen this scene before The solar grid starts rattling Somewhere beyond the door .Point zero four four don’t move He measures every breath A hundred years of battle scars And patience sharp as death He lifts his optics slow No flash, just focus tight The cyborg smiles through ignorance Like he’s already won the fight [Pre-Chorus] But the room goes iron-quiet Even the dice won’t click The card hands freeze mid-motion And the shadows get thick Benzene steps back clean As the noon sun cuts through One drink on the floor One mistake to undo [Chorus] High noon, high noon (high noon) Point zero four four High noon, high noon (high noon) You called, now you want war Burn, burn, brass boy (burn, burn) That flesh ain’t made to stay High noon, high noon (high noon) You made your choice today [Bridge] Light slashes through the chem sky Dust turns to gold and bone The half-melted chassis trembles Like it knows what’s coming home He says you’ll be a robot Flesh will cease to breathe But .044 just tilts his head Like he’s counting every greed One notch, one more On that old fifty-cal chain One year, one grin, one body Gone in the dust and stain [Final Chorus] High noon, high noon (high noon) Point zero four four High noon, high noon (high noon) Now you want it more Burn, burn, brass boy (burn, burn) Say goodbye to your name High noon, high noon (high noon) The Oily Hole eats game [Outro] Benzene sets the last glass down No word, no plea, no sound The mesa holds its breath As the sun goes gunmetal brown Point zero four four Still as a locked-up grave At the Oily Hole No pride gets saved