Tin Soldier's Last Stand

[Intro] [Single metallic click, march-snare march grows, cold brass drone.] [Verse 1] Rust threads join his single leg to sorrow, Paper streets braid into a one-way marrow. Eyes like stamped tin watch ballerina spin, He keeps a soldier’s oath while the floors give in. [Chorus] Iron heart, iron hand, march through ash and flame, Tin soldier bone and stand, remember one true name. Shattered throne of paper rain, he kneels and does not bow, In molten gutters memory eats his crown. [Verse 2] Stage lights carve the paper kings in thin disguise, Porcelain smiles fold away like lies. A match flame licks a scene of burning silk, He clutches leaden love and tastes the guilt. [Bridge] Marching shadows, tin against the candle's throat, The soldier holds the line though the world is smoke. [Chorus] Iron heart, iron hand, march through ash and flame, Tin soldier bone and stand, remember one true name. [Final] He falls into a candle’s throat, and iron dreams unmake. In blackened wax his love remains, a nickel-gleam mistake.