I feel the wrench turn on my skin
The heavy ritual will begin
He cleans the valves with steady care
A scent of ozone fills the air
Wait for the spark to wake the night
A sudden burst of blinding light
Hold the pressure low and slow
Watch the frozen garden grow
He treats my veins like potting soil
Reducing heat and calming oil
The nitrous flows in steady streams
Like sap that feeds the winter dreams
Wait for the spark to wake the night
A sudden burst of blinding light
Hold the pressure low and slow
Watch the frozen garden grow
He speaks in Latin names of parts
The secret map of metal hearts
He prunes the wires with a thin blade
Within the hangar's velvet shade
Wait for the spark to wake the night
A sudden burst of blinding light
Hold the pressure low and slow
Watch the frozen garden grow
The orbital view is sharp and blue
A distant world he wants to view
He checks the gauge with a patient eye
Below the black and velvet sky
Tension builds in the copper line
A fragile sort of grand design
One small turn and the seal will break
One deep breath for the metal sake
The engine hums a low refrain
A steady pulse inside the vein
The root is set the seed is sown
A seed of steel in the void alone
Wait for the spark to wake the night
A sudden burst of blinding light
Hold the pressure low and slow
Watch the frozen garden grow
Cold iron bloom
Cold iron bloom
