Midnight's Mechanical Reverie

[Intro - Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 1] The moon glows cold and silver On the smog, which, like a shroud Of some mechanical ocean, *hiss* O’er the barren lands doth crowd, Spreading its ghost-like vapors Silently through the town. A faint electric humming *Bzzzzzt!* Turns shadows into dreams, *tick* And draws the city's spirit Up to the iron beams, *tock* I seem to hear the echoes, (echoes) Of long-forgotten schemes. [Pre-Chorus] The clockwork birds are singing Their melodies of rust; *tick* The gear-trees' heavy branches Turn metal into dust; *tock* And deep within the distance The steamship’s whistle gusts. *steam whistle* [Riff] [Chorus] All things seem dark and haunted, The very air feels cursed, *tick* As if beneath an ancient spell, The machines have all rehearsed,*tock* They seem not the same engines *hiss* From which our past was birthed. [Break] [Verse 2] The ash of silent snowfall Covers everything in gray, So grim and yet so tranquil, As if mourning the decay, — As if all life were ended, And silence ruled the day. [Pre-Chorus] The steam of hidden engines *hiss* Whispers secrets through the night; The lamplight casts its shadows On memories of light; And far away, the echoes (echoes) Of battles long in flight. [Riff] [Chorus] All things seem dark and haunted, The very air feels cursed, *tick* As if beneath an ancient spell, The machines have all rehearsed, *tock* They seem not the same engines *hiss* From which our past was birthed. [Break] [Bridge] O wild and wondrous midnight, *bong!* There is a power in thee To make the human body Almost like spirit be, And grant it fleeting visions Of what the future sees! [Steampunk Interlude, Solo] [Intrumental: Steam Powered Guitar [Chorus] All things seem dark and haunted, The very air feels cursed, *tick* As if beneath an ancient spell, The machines have all rehearsed, *tock* They seem not the same engines *hiss* From which our past was birthed. [Break] [Outro - Fade Out] The gears of fate are turning, *hum* In shadows deep and wide, *tick* And as the night grows colder, We join the spectral tide, *tock* In this steampunk midnight's wonder, Where ghosts and gears collide. *hiss* [End] [Chorus - Reprise] All things seem dark and haunted, The very air feels cursed, *tick* As if beneath an ancient spell, The machines have all rehearsed, *tock* They seem not the same engines *hiss* From which our past was birthed. [Break] [Outro - Fade Out] The gears of fate are turning, *hum* In shadows deep and wide, *tick* And as the night grows colder, We join the spectral tide, *tock* In this steampunk midnight's wonder, Where ghosts and gears collide. *hiss* [End]