Hear the hum beneath the stage? Copper pulse in a wooden cage! Not a pair, and not a curse — A technical contract, for better or worse! The Master oiled the joints today, Tightened the bolts in a cold display! Tick-tock! (The pulse is beating!) Tick-tock! (There’s no retreating!) Mechanical heart beneath the canvas skin! This role... (This role!) Is hard... (Is hard!) A brand new dance is ready to begin! Oil instead of crimson blood, Hinges instead of our veins. Someone frowns from a velvet hood — He locked us in these roles and chains! The gears are eating all the peace, Questions remain, with no release. One! Two! Three! IGNITE!
