I lean against a cracked concrete wall
Where iron girders start to fall
My handle rusts in a deep red hue
While the old factory turns to dew
The Bryoria weaves a velvet net
The kind of hold that you can't forget
Green Steel Empire climbing the sky
Watching the concrete spirits die
The Polytrichum carpets the floor
Crawling inside the open door
I hold the water in my tin shell
Listening to the forest tell
The Bryoria weaves a velvet net
The kind of hold that you can't forget
Green Steel Empire climbing the sky
Watching the concrete spirits die
I see the spores in the humid heat
Tearing the asphalt off the street
Syllable rhythms in the root line
Turning the wreckage into a vine
The Bryoria weaves a velvet net
The kind of hold that you can't forget
Green Steel Empire climbing the sky
Watching the concrete spirits die
Heavy metal turns back into clay
The gray machines just drift away
I feel the pressure of the loam
Building a wild and leafy home
The spores are landing on the cold beam
Waking up from a heavy steam
I pour the liquid on the dry stone
Making a garden all my own
The Bryoria weaves a velvet net
The kind of hold that you can't forget
Green Steel Empire climbing the sky
Watching the concrete spirits die
Root and iron.
Root and iron.
Green Steel Empire.
