Metropolis Iii of Iii

Run in time to the rhythm and rage of the metronome grace. Masses match, I see her fall in time. Framed in thoughts of rain. Down she tumbles down her face frozen in the hall, I see it all As the shadows wash in. I feel my fury bury deep In a nation of dreams broken In a sea of stone towers. Fueled by Mechanical Beasts. Gilded in ancient chrome. I wage my inner souls gold and rage to heavens realm to ask why. I shake the foundations of an artificial iron hell And cry why, I see this clear As the world blurs Ask the lighting rods to heaven race. My gaze scans across This sacred power I bleed I quietly plead with theses monstrosities I reach and dream as something turns in this city heart Souls oiled black mechanical parts Cold is this artificial light A thorn pricking my tender optics Burn with faded images of her I stand and see these monoliths looming in deep shadowed gloom I feel the cold of the obelisk I feel the thump and hmmm Of This METROPOLIS! END