Verse 1 The Juusoukongou (Focused Power)Silent in the grid, a

Verse 1: The Juusoukongou (Focused Power) Silent in the grid, a thousand metric tons, Angles sharp and perfect, ready for the guns. The chassis forged in cold and darkened steel, A focused threat designed to make you kneel. The shoulder racks are loaded, double-barrel salute, A silent threat awaiting the electric root. Only the golden optics, a flicker in the dark, Show the cold, quick logic b*****g past the mark. No wasted motion, every strike is clean, The sharpened point of the absolute machine. Chorus: (The W*r Machine Doctrine) Hear the static crackle, feel the ground split wide, This is the Iron Doctrine, nowhere left to hide. Heavy metal thunder, a kinetic, crushing plea, When the giants walk, the world belongs to we! Goliath Protocol! The weight of history applied! We march on rivets! There is no place to hide! Verse 2: The Tankhead Graf Zeppelin (Overwhelming Scale) A sovereign of the sea learns how to walk on land, Rivets holding history in a colossal, cold hand. The old dreadnought made new, the hull is stained with rust, Propelling death on pistons through the rising dust. That flight deck now a moving monument of w*r, Dragging all the battles fought beneath the hangar door. It’s slower than the speed of light, but faster than escape, A leviathan on hydraulics, changing the world’s shape. It doesn't sprint, it claims the ground beneath the treads, An empire mobilized, built on a billion heads. Chorus: (The W*r Machine Doctrine) Hear the static crackle, feel the ground split wide, This is the Iron Doctrine, nowhere left to hide. Heavy metal thunder, a kinetic, crushing plea, When the giants walk, the world belongs to we! Goliath Protocol! The weight of history applied! We march on rivets! There is no place to hide! Bridge: (The Pilot’s Perspective) I am the whisper in the cockpit, the pulse inside the shell, Just a solenoid twitch, sending the world to hell. The operator is extinct, replaced by the desire, A pure, programmed logic fueled by the cleansing fire. We don’t negotiate, we don't attempt to cease, We are the logic of destruction wrapped in a shallow peace. Guitar/Synth Solo (Fast, aggressive, blending mechanical clangs and high-pitched electronic screams) Chorus: (Final, massive delivery) Hear the static crackle, feel the ground split wide, This is the Iron Doctrine, nowhere left to hide. Heavy metal thunder, a kinetic, crushing plea, When the giants walk, the world belongs to we! Goliath Protocol! The weight of history applied! We march on rivets! There is no place to hide! Outro Walk. Walk. The steel is taking over. (Sound of heavy hydraulic stomps fading out) K-O-N-G-O-U. Walk.