I am the belt of charcoal gray
Carrying ore throughout the day
A steady line of heavy stone
Within a world I call my own
Iron pulse and copper wire
Feeding every furnace fire
Turning gears in rhythmic gold
Watching as the plan unfolds
Steel teeth bite the red clay ground
A constant humming, heavy sound
The yellow arm lifts up the weight
To seal a cold industrial fate
Iron pulse and copper wire
Feeding every furnace fire
Turning gears in rhythmic gold
Watching as the plan unfolds
Blueprints spread on oil-stained glass
Counting hours as the seasons pass
The pipe is warm, the steam is white
Cutting through the velvet night
Iron pulse and copper wire
Feeding every furnace fire
Turning gears in rhythmic gold
Watching as the plan unfolds
The rocket points to distant stars
Above the smog and metal bars
I hold the fuel, I hold the key
To set this heavy engine free
Iron pulse and copper wire
Feeding every furnace fire
Turning gears in rhythmic gold
Watching as the plan unfolds
Keep it moving, keep it true.
The iron pulse is calling you.
