Tron

Did you see the dark decay,
when Tron let the hammer fall?
In the day of dissident,
did you see him stand at the wall?
Oh, Tron you devilish man,
why did you make your hammer talk?
Walk away.
In the cold and freezing rain,
when the cities are filled with pain,
have you seen the blind apprehension?
Is it just a fluke that we're filled with tension?
Tron, armed with his hammer,
let the whole damn city fall.

Tron's words are dark and cold,
and his hammer's made of gold.
When he tears the cities down,
you'll see him crack a little frown.

Oh, Tron...
You are the holder of the hammer through which cities fall.