Company Steel

dead_imperator

Six Punches Club

dead_imperator

hard rock, alternative metal

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[Intro]
(Sound of a comms unit crackling to life.)
(Spoken, robotic voice)
Contract confirmed. Payment will be wired upon mission completion.

[Verse 1]
Another dust-ball, another town
Another hopeful dream to tear all the way down
They preach of freedom, sweat and toil
Upon this worthless piece of soil
I got my chrome, my polished gear
To make the company's message clear
You built your homes and drew your lines
But you forgot to read the signs

[Pre-Chorus]
You can scream about your rights and your 'promised land'
You're just a number, you don't understand

[Chorus]
(The song explodes into a powerful, groovy, and anthemic chorus.)
I don't fight for a flag, I don't fight for a creed!
I'm the harvest man planting a bloody seed!
Your dream is a lie that the Syndicate sells!
I get paid by the credit to drag you to hell!

[Verse 2]
I see that fire in your eyes
Just another hero full of frontier lies
You think your courage makes you strong
You've been a dead man all along
Your custom mech is just a toy
A piece of scrap I will destroy
I've seen your kind on fifty worlds
As the company banner unfurls

[Pre-Chorus]
You can pray to any god that you can find
You're just another asset left behind

[Chorus]
(Chorus repeats with more swagger and aggression.)
I don't fight for a flag, I don't fight for a creed!
I'm the harvest man planting a bloody seed!
Your dream is a lie that the Syndicate sells!
I get paid by the credit to drag you to hell!

[Bridge]
(Music drops to a low, chugging bassline and drums. Vocals are spoken, cold and calm.)
Look, kid. I don't care about your family. I don't care about your 'freedom'.
The Syndicate owns this rock, they own your dream, and they own me.
The only difference between you and I... is that I get paid.
(Pause)
It's nothing personal. It's just business.

[Guitar Solo]
(A heavy, groovy, and blues-inflected solo with lots of attitude, not overly fast but powerful.)

[Chorus]
(Final chorus is massive, with layered vocals and raw power.)
I DON'T FIGHT FOR A FLAG, I DON'T FIGHT FOR A CREED!
I'M THE HARVEST MAN PLANTING A BLOODY SEED!
YOUR DREAM IS A LIE THAT THE SYNDICATE SELLS!
I GET PAID BY THE CREDIT TO DRAG YOU TO HELL!

[Outro]
(Music slows to a final, heavy breakdown.)
(Spoken)
Company Steel...
(Sound of a digital transaction 'ping'.)
Contract complete.

2320/7500

[Intro] (Sound of a comms unit crackling to life.) (Spoken, robotic voice) Contract confirmed. Payment will be wired upon mission completion. [Verse 1] Another dust-ball, another town Another hopeful dream to tear all the way down They preach of freedom, sweat and toil Upon this worthless piece of soil I got my chrome, my polished gear To make the company's message clear You built your homes and drew your lines But you forgot to read the signs [Pre-Chorus] You can scream about your rights and your 'promised land' You're just a number, you don't understand [Chorus] (The song explodes into a powerful, groovy, and anthemic chorus.) I don't fight for a flag, I don't fight for a creed! I'm the harvest man planting a bloody seed! Your dream is a lie that the Syndicate sells! I get paid by the credit to drag you to hell! [Verse 2] I see that fire in your eyes Just another hero full of frontier lies You think your courage makes you strong You've been a dead man all along Your custom mech is just a toy A piece of scrap I will destroy I've seen your kind on fifty worlds As the company banner unfurls [Pre-Chorus] You can pray to any god that you can find You're just another asset left behind [Chorus] (Chorus repeats with more swagger and aggression.) I don't fight for a flag, I don't fight for a creed! I'm the harvest man planting a bloody seed! Your dream is a lie that the Syndicate sells! I get paid by the credit to drag you to hell! [Bridge] (Music drops to a low, chugging bassline and drums. Vocals are spoken, cold and calm.) Look, kid. I don't care about your family. I don't care about your 'freedom'. The Syndicate owns this rock, they own your dream, and they own me. The only difference between you and I... is that I get paid. (Pause) It's nothing personal. It's just business. [Guitar Solo] (A heavy, groovy, and blues-inflected solo with lots of attitude, not overly fast but powerful.) [Chorus] (Final chorus is massive, with layered vocals and raw power.) I DON'T FIGHT FOR A FLAG, I DON'T FIGHT FOR A CREED! I'M THE HARVEST MAN PLANTING A BLOODY SEED! YOUR DREAM IS A LIE THAT THE SYNDICATE SELLS! I GET PAID BY THE CREDIT TO DRAG YOU TO HELL! [Outro] (Music slows to a final, heavy breakdown.) (Spoken) Company Steel... (Sound of a digital transaction 'ping'.) Contract complete.

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