Sigils in the Circuitry

INTRO (spoken) Count the turns of copper… Count the words in the weld… When the world breaks… I build. VERSE 1 I’ve got dust in my lungs and runes on my gloves, A dead city’s heartbeat in a toolbox of love. Steel says “no,” I say “watch,” and the night learns my name, I feed the frame strange fire till it remembers the flame. Old power cells? Nah. I cut that cord clean, Now the trigger drinks soul like a voltage vaccine. Buzz-saw hymn, solder-smoke prayer, I don’t carry miracles, I bolt them in there. PRE-CHORUS Lower of the three, I roll it in the dark, Occult in the ink, Repair in the spark. If it fails, it dies, if it works, it sings, Raise hits and the upgrade grows teeth and wings. CHORUS (gang vocals) Sigils in the circuitry! (Hey!) Spirits in the steel! (Hey!) I don’t cast from a tower, I cast from a bench, Turn a rust-bone blaster into thunder on a trench. Charge it, carve it, make it true Magic in the pipeline, pure power running through. When the wasteland howls, I answer with a grin: I upgrade the world till it stops breaking again. VERSE 2 I paint tight diagrams where the wise won’t look, On the inside of armor, in the spine of a book. Whisper to the rifle, hum to the drone, Leave little chalk circles like a home-made throne. They say I’m “not a real mage,” fine, keep your debate, I’m the reason your truck still starts when the sky turns to hate. Need a bridge in an hour? Need a door to behave? Give me scrap, give me seconds, I’ll give you brave. PRE-CHORUS 2 (half-time stomp) Parts cost blood-money, time costs sleep, But the runes hold tight and the current runs deep. One wrong breath and it all goes ash, One right twist and the impossible clicks into place. CHORUS (bigger, with “workshop choir”) Sigils in the circuitry! (Hey!) Spirits in the steel! (Hey!) Convert the old world, let the new world bite, Turn ammo into aura, turn darkness into light. Charge it, carve it, make it true Magic in the pipeline, pure power running through. If the nightmare comes loud, then so do I: I bring a storm in a toolbox and a star in my eye. BRIDGE (breakdown: chugs + crackling arc, call-and-response) Call: What do you do when the rails go cold? Response: I feed it power from the soul I hold! Call: What do you do when the armor won’t move? Response: I carve it a rune and give it a groove! Call: What do you do when the odds don’t bend? Response: I build a better “no” till it turns into “yes”! (whispered) talk to the gears… talk to the gun… If you listen close, they talk back when you’re done. FINAL CHORUS (double-time, triumphant) Sigils in the circuitry! (Hey!) Spirits in the steel! (Hey!) I’m the spark in the salvage, the calm in the fight, The quick-made miracle under muzzle-flash light. Charge it, carve it, make it true Magic in the pipeline, pure power running through. And if the world ends twice, I’ll still be here: rewriting fate with a wrench and a sneer. OUTRO (spoken, fading into relay clicks) Count the turns of copper… Count the words in the weld… When the world breaks… I build.