Ms. Molybdenum

Data corrupted, dividends gone
Digital deadbeat, daggers all drawn
Paying off debts for a duel at dawn
Nullified threats for a petrified pawn

Metal mask on, beckoner bound
Mimic of a man-made battle-bade hound
Live fire trial with a file not found
Marking down miles in a dreadnought drowned

Tearing through tangles, kicking down drones
Wire grip handles over my bones
Microchip mantles, silicon clones
Nobody knows, nobody knows

Something all mangled, something in pain
Something in shambles, give it my name
Sticking lit candles into my brain
Nothing to gain, nothing to gain, nothing to gain

All of my features, none of my gall
Bodies all buckle in a bareknuckle brawl
Slamming thick skulls through a firebrick wall
Nothing on disc, nothing installed

Nothing at all hiding under those mugs
Nothing but bodies with brains full of bugs
Nothing but lead-veined single lane lugs
Suckers all swallowing hollow-point slugs

Tearing through tangles, kicking down drones
Wire grip handles over my bones
Microchip mantles, silicon clones
Nobody knows, nobody knows

Something all mangled, something in pain
Something in shambles, give it my name
Sticking lit candles into my brain
Nothing to gain, nothing to gain

Do you feel safe behind your big screens?
Do you know what molybdenum means?
Beating back hundreds of your machines
Making a scene, making a scene

I can take every one of your pawns
Bullet-brain vultures, bodywork sawn
Seagulls and bombs, whatever you want
Bring it all on, bring it all on, bring it all on