Where I work
You will find metal
When I grind it clean
And weld it into cars to drive like new
I become the boy I was once
In my secret place
Setting fire to all my things to see the glow

Be ready
It’s a miracle
Be ready
It’s a miracle

Talk of steel
Turns your head metal
Especially the eye
Which cries for you to keep your vision clear
Every day
Pray your eye keeps crying
It’s the way of tears
They clean the filthy window of your soul

Be ready...

Lyrics submitted by Gondring

Steel song meanings
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