Captured in the end-days of the violent oil wars She guards the Kingdom's fuel ten thousand years or more Once a human-being she's now the Dog-king's bride A maiden made of metal with a woman's brain inside
Knights that try to cross her smitten by her laser gaze Hearts aflame their charred remains wreath her in haze Watching herself crush them with unyielding steel embrace She secretly desires them to save the human race
Far beneath the capital beside her lake of crude A giantess of metal trapped in solitude Hardwired instructions warring with her woman's brain Behold the Queen of Gasoline for now she's gone insane
