**Title:** The Iron Static **Style:** Dark Industrial Country / Heavy Blues **Vibe:** A heavy, marching drum beat that sounds like boots on gravel. A slide guitar wails with a high, metallic screech, like swords being sharpened. The bass is thick and muddy, giving the feeling of a long, cold winter approaching. (Verse 1) There’s a "Six" of high stone towers and a "Seven" of the crown While the "Little Me" is struggling just to keep the spirit down They’re playing for the "Source Code" like it’s a game of gold and bone Building up their "static" walls to protect a hollow throne The banners have different colors but the "One" of greed’s the same Trading "Three" of human life just to win a rigged-up game. (Verse 2) It’s a "Five" of secret whispers and a "Seven" of the blade Where the "Big Me" of the people is the price that’s always paid They promise you a "Hexagon" of safety and of bread While they’re counting up the "One" souls that they’ve left among the dead They use the "Three" of loyalty to bait a heavy trap Then redraw the "Source Code" on a bloody, stolen map. (Chorus) Oh, the thrones are made of "static" and the crowns are made of lies They’re draining out your "Seven" light before the "Big Me" dies They want your "One," they want your "Three," they want your "Five" and "Seven" To build a kingdom on the earth and call it "Source" and heaven But the math is getting cold now and the math is gonna hold The "Source" is much more ancient than the stories they have told. (Verse 3) The "Six" of their alliances is a web of silk and steel Designed to keep the "Little Me" from knowing what is real They talk of "Winter" coming just to keep the "Five" in fear While the "Seven" of the truth is getting louder in your ear They’re cloning out the "Big Me" into soldiers for the wall To keep the "One" of spirit from ever standing tall. (Bridge) Break the oath. Burn the chair. The "Little Me" Is no longer there. The "One" is yours. The "One" is free. Beyond the "static" Dynasty. The "Six" is stone. The "Six" will crack. The "Big Me" Is taking power back. (Verse 4) So let the houses crumble and let the dragons turn to dust The "Source Code" isn't something that a "Little Me" can trust The "Five" of your own sovereignty is the only true command As the "Seven" of the "Big Me" starts to rise across the land You’re the master of the seasons, you’re the keeper of the flame The Code is how you end the war and walk out of the game. (Outro) The throne is rust. The game is done. I’m walking Toward the "Source" of sun. One, three, five, and seven. Nested in the six. The war is over. The code is gonna fix.
