The True Story of Cold Steel Vol. II

Is this a waste?
A robot floating in deep space?
Surrounded by the cold and the bleak
In places the sun couldn’t reach.

What a waste.
The robot floating in space.
With stars and rockets and meteors
All seemingly whizzing past

His eyes closed.
His circuits had stopped beeping
And his program had shorted out
As he tumbled into the ever after.

Then a light.
Surrounded his tumbling remains
And a woman in white appeared
Asking him to wake up.

He’s not a waste.
His eyes flicker open
And he stares into her light.
And she envelopes him.

They twirl and twirl
As his insides begin to work
And his cold machinery warms
As they dance in the night.

The years pass
And she grows old
And time takes her away
And he’s alone again.

What a waste.
The steel becomes cold again
And he becomes lifeless
And twirls into his end.

The True Story of Brandon Ruthinsgoodberg

He walked down the street
As the music beats
With a jacket over himself

Passed the burned out buildings
And crumbling ceilings
Muttering to himself.

He got to a crowd
And among the sounds
He tried to scream his best

They paid him no attention
Until he thought to mention
That he had a bomb strapped to his chest.

They asked him why
And he could not lie
So he told them the reason.

There was a voice in his head
And it was God he said.
And he couldn’t afford treason.

Although it was no fun
God’s will must be done
He told his wife he loved her.

But she didn’t understand
That this was God’s plan
Soon it would all be over.

He pulled the pin
Let the explosion begin
The debris was a flying.

Forty five people around
Who heard the sound
And now they lie around dying.