Chemical bomb, venomous from the metal pod ready to phone home on your teleprompt like Edison as a demigod.
I'll Megatron on anyone for a millennium, ready up with a twentieth^ century mini gun.
Smoke that you don't want any of. Never letting up, reign^ to a steady hum.
There's no chance you're forgetting us back drop to the setting sun I'm second to none.
Heaven bound with the devil in the trunk, I'm liberation to drums.