If life is wrought I seek a Steampunk Camelot The power, the megawatts.... a man can dream. Fire, a brass ‘bot, science needs no caveat For I am god of the Steampunk Camelot
Steampunk Camelot
Same bullet, a different gun Morphine curses fell on everyone Dead soldiers forever dumb More power to me
And faith besot, fed on fake anathema Led breed a natural thought In a Steampunk Camelot
Steampunk Camelot
If life is wrought I seek a Steampunk Camelot Of iron, and chemicals are Nazarene A word is sought by this throng of dogmanauts Is that the best that you’ve got Over Steampunk Camelot