No seven trumpets, no nuke to wipe us off the map
No heaven for masochistic hypochondriacs
No destruction scheme, our tech could stifle comet blasts
It was a machine that helped man find his bodybag
The way he moved in steel debunked the laws of physics
An idea once sealed by Nostradamus visions
A Titan without the feeling of a God's invention
Bulletproof; An Achilles with a flawless tendon
"Stop his mission" they said, to thwart the death of victims
Sent to the future, hoping I would catch the villain
"Tell their armies, you won't get a second chance to kill him
His presence must be part of their collective wisdom"
The Beast was forgotten after years of dormance
A cyber-sasquatch, his tale told for mere enjoyment
Sent here before it, I'd provoke its fear and torment
A curtain call, and I'd bow after my weird performance
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all
Or if he moves will he fall?
The past is easy, but the future is a new frontier
Regardless, I can't afford to screw up here
Can you imagine love by those who you revere?
And your name falling upon once clueless ears?
Is this partially for fame? Of course it is
Nerves unraveled as i see electric forces spin
As the wormhole's traveled I feel metamorphosis
Transforming, it's like a T-800 with a morbid twist
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold
Was i buried alive? Slept like a kid in preschool
I was Rip Van Winkle dipped in a sinkhole
Crushed by the dirt like I was getting steamrolled
I need out from under the earth and with its people
A digging spree to forewarn humanity's perish
Tell a girl she asks what kind of metal I'm wearing
Another points, says I'm a tin can and they stare it's
Like they don't care i say their death is apparent
Confused, I glance at a near reflective surface
I look next to perfect with my hardened epidermis
I am the Beast, treated as some man whose worthless
I contemplate and now I understand my purpose
A victim of circumstance, my life was hard to begin with
My passive ways, and attempted martyrdom's ended
No heart or repentance, I realize my targets are endless
And let out a roar, for I can now start what I finished
Heavy boots filled with lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron man lives again
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