Velvet gloves, but rust beneath

Copper smile and iron teeth

Boots on brass, I walk the line

Between the smoke and the divine

Tick-tock heart with a rebel code

Wound too tight but never broke

Flares in the fog, sparks in my veins

I ride the thunder through the chains

Call me SPunk, forged not born

Polished grime and pressure storms

Clockwork queen in a world off track

Gears in my soul, no going back

I don’t break—I reroute fate

Built from steam, stitched from hate

SPunk in the system, I won’t stall

I rise with every piston fall

Lace and leather, soot and gold

I rewrite myths the old ones sold

No silent damsel, no parade

I twist the plot they thought they made

They drew the lines in oil and dust

But I redraw with iron rust

Goggles down, the time has come

To tear the empire gear by drum

Call me SPunk, wired to burn

Fueled by the lessons they never learned

Steam in my lungs, gears in my spine

This rebel engine’s by design

I don’t bow—I reroute fire

Bolt by bolt, I climb higher

SPunk in the smoke, hear my call

I’m the glitch that breaks it all

Watch me twist the timeline’s track

Flip the switch and never look back

History bends for those who dare

And I’ve got lightning in my stare

Call me SPunk, storm refined

Coal-black blood and a clockwork mind

I’m the anthem in your broken dream

Ripping threads from the grand machine

I don’t rust—I rebuild grace

With brass defiance on my face

SPunk in the storm, I won’t crawl—

I rise. I grind. I gear. I brawl.

Steam don’t lie, and neither do I

I was born to rise when systems die