A monster made of iron, runs of tracks of wood and steel,
people look and smile, but am I even real?
Am I but a shadow, that passes through your mind?
Or is it when you look at me, your eyes suddenly go blind?
People bump and banter, and kick a flightless bird,
but when I ask the time, it is as though I can't be heard.
Underneath the walkways of busy lives above,
we are trapped inside the iron beast, and deprived of the things we love.
As the doors slide shut, there's not a seat to be found,
a sudden jolt beneath our feet, now nobody make a sound.
There's a girl with lush blonde hair, who catches me in the corner of her eye,
but as we come to a stop, she doesn't even say goodbye.
I'm afraid I've had you fooled, for my existence is just inside your head.
And I'll haunt you all both day and night, until the Iron Beast is finally dead.
