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Lyrics
[Verse]
Wrench in my hand, grease on my face
Dreams built from scrap in a steel embrace
Engines hum lullabies, pistons cry out
A symphony of chaos, the metal shouts
[Prechorus]
Every spark’s a prayer, every bolt a hymn
Welding scars on iron, but I feel it within
[Chorus]
Rust and rigs, my religion in flames
Roads to nowhere, but I’ll play the game
I build the beasts that devour the sand
A wasteland god with tools in my hand
[Verse 2]
Blueprints in ashes, the wind took the plans
But I improvise, innovate, bare-knuckle stance
Skeletons of chrome, ribs of wire
Fuel tanks pumping blood, hearts of fire
[Bridge]
The desert screams, it demands a king
I give it chariots, machines that sing
Tires spin stories, axles spin dreams
A wasteland mechanic tearing at seams
[Chorus]
Rust and rigs, my religion in flames
Roads to nowhere, but I’ll play the game
I build the beasts that devour the sand
A wasteland god with tools in my hand
Details
GeneratedNov 28, 2025
Duration2:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop rock, rock, pop, delivering both melody and rhythmic rap-like verses., rap, pop rock with gritty, industrial undertones; blend distorted electric guitars with heavy drum grooves, raspy and dynamic, layered with occasional synths for a futuristic edge. male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
Survivor
SurvivorModelAria v5
Prompt
A wasteland mechanic who is tasked with building all kinds of war rigs, pop, rap, rock, pop rock
