Neodymium Man

I am the prodigal son, the ghost of the chosen one

I am the god that you want, the god that you need...

Calling out to the young and the old

The torched, the twisted, metallic and cold

Forge and fire, unwilling to bleed

The few, the proud, new metal machines...

Carry the torch over sea, over land

Cutting my way through the "new master plan"

Saving the soul of a world that's on crutches

But I can't save you all, unless you take a stand

And answer the call...

I am the prodigal son, the ghost of the chosen one

I am the god that you want, the one that you need...

Neodymium

Man, catch me if you can

Neodymium

Man, I'm the master plan

Neodymium

Man, catch me if you can

Neodymium

Man... Open your arms to the new metal man

I'm welding your future as fast as

I can So let it be written, so let it be done

And listen to the law, my fellow man

And answer the call...

I am the prodigal son

So look out here

I come Adaptation or extinction...

Neodymium

Man, catch me if you can

Neodymium

Man, I'm the master plan

Neodymium

Man, catch me if you can

Neodymium

Man...