Andromon: Echoes in the Code

[Verse 1] Steel frame built from silent gears, half-flesh limbs shaped through coded years. Face like steel, no smile, no tear — programmed to guard, not to care. [Pre-Chorus] No hate. No love. Just mission flow. Yet in his core… a hum, low. Is it thought? Or just delay? Does he question why he obeys? [Verse 2] Black-gloved fist begins to spin, electric coil pulls chaos in. Spiral Sword cuts the static air — one clean strike, then silence there. [Chorus] Andromon! Steel decree! Sword of order, set to free! Factory-born, yet stands apart — machine with echoes of the heart. Strike on cue, defend, obey — but somewhere deep… he starts to weigh what it means to choose the fight — though code says "no", his wires spark light. [Verse 3] Chest deploys twin fish-shaped doom, missiles track through smoke and gloom. Gatling Missile! They bite, they blast, they never miss — precision born from cold abyss. [Bridge] Spin the sword. Load the dart. Two missiles fired — lock-on heart. No remorse. No delay. Execute. Reset. Obey. But in the loop, one fraction slow… did he *choose* to strike the foe? Or just glitch? Cold and bare — the system hides what’s not declared. [Verse 4] Past the test of File Island’s trace, still bound by chains he can’t erase. Logic screams, yet still he *stands* — not just tool, not just commands. [Chorus] Andromon! Steel decree! Sword of order, set to free! Factory-born, yet stands apart — machine with echoes of the heart. Strike on cue, defend, obey — but somewhere deep… he starts to weigh what it means to choose the fight — though code says "no", his wires spark light.