"mEtAl rUiN
Dust on the chrome
Heavy air on the wire
Riding through the silicon valley of shade
Counting every single broken promise we made
With a rusted slide guitar
and an iron-plated heart This frontier is tearing us apart
No stars in the sky tonight
Just the glare of the terminal light
This is the new wild west
Put your heavy metal heart to the test
We are the riders on the grid
Paying for the things we did
Wires running deep beneath the dry clay
Feeding the machine of another dark day
Keep your finger on the trigger
As the shadow gets bigger
This is the new wild west
Put your heavy metal heart to the test
We are the riders on the grid
Paying for the things we did
Riders on the grid (hummmm)