The man in the suit will save you from the draconian bug;
Give him your control, and you're no longer trapped.
In this frozen cloud he knows what's happening:
The water is boiling and the air is shaking.
And maybe he'll be the one to stop the machine,
But then they'll take him to the cave and poison him,
And extricate his emblem and tear his face.
And maybe some children will find his mutilated corpse
Plaguing their park with his crude and rancid spark,
And maybe they'll vomit looking at his wax body;
And investigators will come,
Draw lines on him: your one man army.
