Programmed to Fight/Crashman

We see you in the distance as your weapon glistens

We hold our breath, we wait and listen

My end has come and I welcome glory

No one will know the truth to this story


The iron in my chest is not beating

It's burning - and smoking - and turning

I know what's coming... I asked it here

And with it the rain and thunder - electricity

Everything changes - tonight.


Crashman paces back and forth

Inside walls reinforced

Crash bombs mounted to his arms

Locked... loaded... ready... armed.

Gotta gotta get out of this town

Gotta bring that Wily down.


Closer draws the final hour

To break Wily's walls you will need my power

But to your aid, an unlikely friend

Programmed to fight till the very end!


A fitting death.

My hands are gone,
replaced by fire.
and intent.
Soiled in their conception.

A whistle.
An omen.
The breath stops. Mine?
Time for battle?
Yes.


Crashman paces back and forth

Inside walls reinforced

Crash bombs mounted to his arms

Locked... loaded... ready... armed.

Gotta gotta get out of this town

Gotta bring that Wily down.


And so they fought.

The clash of metal and grinding gears echoed across the night sky.

Victory was at hand

But in the end... his will overcame the program.


Down falls Crashman...