The red tornado
The red tornado
The red tornado
The red tornado

Circuitry and sympathy are two separate things
But they come together in a robot who dreams
Round and round and round, he goes

Torso for a body, tornado for a soul
Lightning in a bottle, tornado in a cage
He sees no presence in the lines of the face

Tornado
Tornado

His emotions spin at destructive speeds
That he's learning to control
Its enternal nimbus inside the machine
He's half robot and half tornado

So sense I'm a cyclone fiend drifting from the sky
With a whisper machinery not born but devised
Still the cyborg cyclone cries [Incomprehensible] from his eyes
Past the [Incomprehensible] on his heart that slowly tears him apart

Tornado, tornado, tornado, go
Tornado, tornado, tornado, go

Wild wind whip when he wishes
That he was real, he rarely rusts
He's never ever real metal

By saving the world, he's saving himself
Machine that suffers just like everyone else