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"Concrete roots where the demons spawn

Assembly line sweat drips on my father's yawn

Rusted gears chew up Sunday school psalms

Midwest thunder in my carotid psalm

Fistful of rust but the crown ain't pawned

Steel mill ghosts in my knuckle bones

Scrapyard prophets chant in monotone:

'Break the mold or become the chrome!'"

"Feel the voltage in my veins—*click, boom!*

Hydraulic justice in this factory womb

Skyline's bleeding diesel perfume

Vulture capitalists circle the tomb!"

"RUSTED CROWN, WE BURN IT DOWN!

Toxic bloodstreams flood the battleground

Molten lyrics shape the rebel's mound

Robotic preachers spit hellfire sound!

RUSTED CROWN, WE BURN IT—*HEY!*"

"Grandma's Bible meets A.I. crutch

Silicon communion can't fix the clutch

Rust Belt rage in the circuit's touch

Fractured heartbeats sync with Dutch crunch!"

"EAT THE ALGORITHM! CHEW THE CODE!

Binary angels overload

Scrapyard messiahs rewrite the node

Our glitch is holy, our error bestowed!"

"Saw the preacher fuck the sheriff's wife

Found God in the meth lab light

School bus graveyard holds our rites

Generational trauma takes its flight!"

"Prayers drown in the static rain

'Did we build our own chains?'

**CRITICAL MASS**—REBIRTH FLAMES!"

We forge... forge... forge

ASH TO THE SKY BUT THE CIRCUITS STAY HIGH!