*(Verse 1)* Dust on the wind, grey skies bleed iron, Scraping the bones of a world that’s dying. They call me a scavenger, I call it surviving, In the ash-choked rust where nothing’s thriving. Then you dropped from the dark, a runner enhanced, With a price on your head and a lethal stance. No love, no trust in this wasteland floor, Just two ghosts bleeding for a pre-collapse door. *(Pre-Chorus)* And the sky’s turning static, the compass is blind, A magnetic storm crawling up from behind! *(Chorus)* Run through the ruins, outpace the storm, Where the shadows are cold and the steel is warm. Living map sphere spinning out our fate, Before the rust takes us, before it’s too late. Trust in the stranger or feed the debris— In this dying world, there’s no mercy for me. *(Verse 2)* Down in the belly, where the sun never goes, Bio-mechanical nightmares wake from repose. Gears grind like teeth in the damp-dripping stone, Every tunnel we crawl is a catacomb. Then a voice in the wire—soft, broken, and sweet, A ghost from my past standing right on our street. But her eyes are too wide, and her veins overlap, Mind-spliced and hooked to a fungal death-trap. *(Bridge)* Is she human or spore? Is she savior or snare? She whispers my name through the toxic air! You say cut her loose, I say bring her home, As the mycelium creeps through the catacomb! *(Guitar Solo / Instrumental Break - Heavy, industrial, driving rhythm)* *(Chorus)* Run through the ruins, outpace the storm, Where the shadows are cold and the steel is warm. Living map sphere spinning out our fate, Before the rust takes us, before it’s too late. Trust in the stranger or feed the debris— In this dying world, there’s no mercy for me. *(Outro)* Ash in the lungs... Rust on the tongue... We pull the trigger, the vault opens wide, Nowhere to run, nowhere left to hide. Consume or be consumed... In the ruins.
