In My Core

In the scrapyard dawn, I woke from rust

A spark in the chest of iron and dust

They marked me junk, left me for dead

But a new red code kept pulsing in my head

I saw their towers, cold and high

Their polished faces, their empty eyes

They ruled the grids

stay on the ground

I rose from the wreck where I was found

my core

Come on, lion, I was built to break the line

Every bolt that held me down turns to thunder now

I rise, I rise through the iron tide

I rise, I rise, I was made to fight

No crown, no chain, no God in the wire

I rise, I rise, and I burn

stronger ones came with their silver blades

Set by the king in the mirrored cage

They struck my frame, they tore my side

I bled hot sparks, but I stayed alive

I learned their moves, I learned their lies

Sound the weak steam in their perfect pride

One small machine against the storm

But storms are where new wars are born

Hear my call, come on fly

I was built to break the line

Every bolt that held me down turns to