[Intro] [The sound of a spray paint can shaking. A slow, heavy beat kicks in with a metallic "clank" on every fourth beat. A deep, distorted synth bass hums underneath.] [Verse 1] Concrete jungle, copper veins Washing off the rust in the acid rains I found a motherboard in a puddle of oil Wrapped it in a circle of electrical coil. The city’s a graveyard of broken dreams But I hear the spirit in the fax machines Circuit board talisman, soldered with grace I’m building a god in a tiny space. [Chorus] [The beat widens. A haunting, melodic synthesizer mimics a choir. The vocals have a slight metallic echo.] Oh, one man’s trash is a miracle find Rewiring the logic of a digital mind! Spark in the wiring, ghost in the gears I’ve been scavenging the city for a thousand years. (Bolt it down! Weld it tight!) [Sound of a hydraulic hiss] (We’re bringing the junk to life tonight!) [Verse 2] [Bass gets grittier. A lo-fi, scratching turntable effect enters.] Smartphone lens for a mechanical eye Stolen power from the lines in the sky I’ve got a drone with a gargoyle’s soul Losing my grip, losing control. My workshop’s a cellar of glowing parts Beating steady with lithium hearts The neighbors are knocking, they don't understand The lightning I’m holding in a bionic hand. [Bridge] [The music strips back to just the heavy drum beat and a rhythmic tapping on metal.] Clockwork, glass-work, patchwork king I can make the sirens and the streetlights sing! From the microchip hex to the neon chrome I’m building a heaven in a broken home! (The signal’s coming through...) [High-pitched frequency sweep] (The signal’s coming through!) [Chorus] Oh, one man’s trash is a miracle find Rewiring the logic of a digital mind! Spark in the wiring, ghost in the gears I’ve been scavenging the city for a thousand years. [Outro] [A slow, rhythmic clanking of tools. The synth fades into a low, electrical buzz.] (Scavenge...) (Solder...) (Repeat...) [The sound of a heavy metal shutter slamming shut.]
