Industrial Angel

All right, let's wake the anger up. Midnight blue horizon. Neon engine's roar.

Forged in steel and circuitry, I break a path through war. Halo made of

voltage, wings of metal are. Industrial archangel coming on,

lighting the dark. I don't claim perfection. I just stand my ground.

One shot, one moment. Turn chaos into sound. Somebody else,

the exciting. I descend from the sky. Sign fire on the blade like

the afterlife. This is grit, this is grind, this is how I survive.

I don't need to be flawless. I just stay alive. Judgment in the