Ironclad Circuit

Steel and stone, we trace the line

Frozen clocks are marking time

Lost inside the grid we made

Can you feel the circuit rise?

Static burning through the skies

(hold on tight) (yeah!)

(break down!)

Flesh and copper, heart and gear

Every echo starts to clear

Moving in a structural phase

Can you feel the circuit rise?

Static burning through the skies

(break free) (fire!)