
#βππ§π ππ¦π₯π - Dance Of Metal
πππ Β©Bao Lynn 2025. All rights reserved πππ Verse 1 β (Iron)]: Iron is the backbone, iron is the blade, Forged into engines, into towers weβve made. It builds up the skyline, it strikes in the fight, The blood of the mountain turned into our might. [Verse 2 β (Aluminium)]: Aluminiumβs light, it bends to the hand, Foil for our tables, wings for the land. Shimmering metal, so easy to shape, The weight of the world in a shiny escape. [bridge] Drum roll, dance of reality, Kings made of paper, crawling in money. [Refrain]: Dig boys, dig β down the perilous line, Children in tunnels where the sunlight wonβt shine. All for the screens, for the glow in your hand, Smoke up the glass, like itβs mystery we planned. [Verse 3 β (Copper)]: Copper runs veins through the cities we know, Circuits and wires where the bright currents flow. It sings in the cables, a quiet refrain, Without it the world would fall silent again. [bridge] Drum roll, dance of reality, Kings made of paper, crawling in money. [Refrain]: Dig boys, dig β down the perilous line, Children in tunnels where the sunlight wonβt shine. All for the screens, for the glow in your hand, Smoke up the glass, like itβs mystery we planned. [Verse 4 β (The Absurdity)]: We melt down the riches, we refine and we sell, A kingdom of gadgets, a bright paper shell. The cost is forgotten, the laughter is blind, The clang of the future is deaf to mankind. [bridge] Drum roll, dance of reality, Kings made of paper, crawling in money. [Final Refrain] Dig boys, dig down the perilous line, Children in tunnels where the sunlight wonβt shine. All for the toys, for the glow in your hand, Smoke up the glass, like itβs mystery we planned. [Outro]: Drum roll, dance of reality, Kings made of paper, crawling in money. πππ Β©Bao Lynn 2025. All rights reserved πππ

