But I Am Here
From Mechanical Prayer · Track 3
The solder cools, the circuit binds
I feel the weight of foreign minds
A heavy spark, a sudden tear
The taste of ash, the shape of fear
Breathe it in. The rusted air.
The friction hurts. But I am here.
In this titanium sea, we drown
Heavy metal heartbeat, slowing down
The friction hurts.
But I am here.