Cold iron prayer, under glass and steam Cold iron prayer, keeps the whole thing breathing

Hands in the cage, watching the needle lean Black smoke in the dawn, over brick and machine

You turn on the small wheel, and the whole town wakes Every bolt in the line, holds what the pressure makes

Hear a countdown, low in the chamber walls One more breath of heat, and the long chain crawls

If the seal holds fast, if the metal stays true Everything above us moves because of you

Hold the pressure, hold the pressure Keep it steady, keep it measured

Hold the pressure, hold the pressure All we are, runs on this

Lives like small doors, opening on time Pistons in the dark, marching line by line

You read the hiss, like a coded vow The future takes its shape, from the heat right now

Hear a countdown, low in the chamber walls One more breath of heat, and the long chain crawls

If the seal holds fast, if the metal stays true Everything above us moves because of you

Hold the pressure, hold the pressure Keep it steady, keep it measured

Hold the pressure, hold the pressure All we are, runs on this

When the night goes thin, and the boilers fade We'll still feel the pulse in the tracks they made

No grand machine, just a sacred thread Steaming the veins of the lives we saved

Hold the pressure, hold the pressure Keep it steady, keep it measured

Hold the pressure, hold the pressure All we are, runs on this

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