[Verse 1] Seventy-two, Hafnium — ghost in the zirconium seam, slides inside a reactor rod, cooling down the steam. Seventy-three, Tantalum, taxi skin that never rusts, capacitor heart holding charge through the dust. Seventy-four is Tungsten, wolfram, obdurate and stern — that word means stubborn, hardest metal, watch it burn white at three thousand degrees before it ever bends. Seventy-five, Rhenium, red thread the turbine depends. Seventy-six, Osmium, the densest thing on this earth, Seventy-seven, Iridium, irritating pilots since birth — hard as a meteor's kiss, stamped in the crust below. Seventy-eight, Platinum, refulgent — that means it'll glow brilliant on a bride's finger, catalytic in the car. Seven metals deep in the vault, and we ain't done so far. [Chorus] Half taxis wander, red ostriches irritate pilots, Aunts hug tall plumbers, big poets attack rain — row six closing out from seventy-two to eighty-six, heavy metal legacy, dark opulent mix. Half taxis wander through the periodic haze, Every symbol got a story, every number got a phase. [Verse 2] Seventy-nine, Aurum, Gold — the aunt's tight embrace, Eighty's Hydrargyrum, Mercury, liquid silver face, runs across the table like it's dodging every hand. Eighty-one, Thallium, tall poison in the land, slipped in coffee cups while nobody's watching close. Eighty-two, Plumbum — Lead, the plumber's heavy pipe, I chose that name for a reason, the metal bends but never breaks, weighing down the water lines while the whole house shakes. [Verse 3] Eighty-three, Bismuth, big and rainbow-crusted bright, crystal stairs of oxide catching cold cinematic light. Eighty-four, Polonium, the poet's poison dart, one microgram enough to still a healthy heart. Eighty-five, Astatine, so rare it barely stays, attacking existence for a few unstable days. Eighty-six is Radon, chthonic — rising from the ground, that means born of the underworld, seeping without sound through granite floors and basements while the brass horns swell. Row six ends in shadow, ringing like a funeral bell. [Bridge] Polonium poisoned a spy over evening tea, Astatine's so scarce, man, it barely gets to be. Radon breathes up chthonic from the rock beneath your feet — row six is heavy metal, opulent and obsolete. [Chorus] Half taxis wander, red ostriches irritate pilots, Aunts hug tall plumbers, big poets attack rain — row six closing out from seventy-two to eighty-six, heavy metal legacy, dark opulent mix. [Outro] Hafnium, Tantalum, Tungsten, Rhenium, Osmium, Iridium, Platinum, Gold, Mercury, Thallium, Lead, Bismuth, Polonium, Astatine, Radon told — fifteen names locked deep where the brass and piano meet, row six is finished, heavy, opulent, complete.
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