No clue of origin...see the scars from the wires
that they forced in no emotions,
just a mission i was commanded, if complete,
human life is what i would be granted
after that nothing really mattered

I'm, fully mechanic and metallic
crafted for havoc, from another galactics planet
its magic i've had it

I'm after some bastard cause in the past
he tryed to capture my master, so i was formed to make him feel the rapture...

And Now! I scope him in the open field, I'm holding steel
and I know he knows the deal so I'm hopin' overkill
My supernova will crush him to bits!
human life is too much to resist
He threw a punch but he missed
so i blew his guts into mist
and in the midst of all this
I transformed

and my last known memory was my body
that flashed chrome

but my master had a happy home too
so i blasted him for what he made me go through...