[Verse 1] There’s a chapel off the highway Where the red rock meets the wire Where the chrome don’t buy forgiveness And the loud don’t pass for fire There are names carved into steel there There are ghosts beneath the paint There are machines that learned the hard road From the sinners and the saints [Pre-Chorus] No velvet ropes for pretty lies No altar built for show Just oil, heat, and consequence And miles the faithful know [Chorus] Bring the Twelve and bring the torque Bring the dust from desert roads Bring the pistons and the prophets Bring the weight the engine holds Let the false chrome be forgotten Let the loud men lose their voice In the hall of iron doctrine Every machine has made its choice [Verse 2] There’s a Honda with six cylinders Like thunder under glass A Bonneville still breathing smoke From an older, wilder past There’s a Beemer built for crossing Where the maps gave up the trail There’s a Kawasaki grinning Like a warning from the veil [Pre-Chorus] And the faithful do not kneel here They stand beside the frame They reed the welds like scripture And they call each scar by name [Chorus] Bring the Twelve and bring the torque Bring the dust from desert roads Bring the pistons and the prophets Bring the weight the engine holds Let the false chrome be forgotten Let the loud men lose their voice In the hall of iron doctrine Every machine has made its choice [Bridge] Some were born to cross the mountain Some were built to own the plain Some were made from British thunder Some from Japanese refrain Some were wrong enough for glory Some were right enough to last Some were cast out for pretending Some were sanctified by mass And the Rocket stands in shadow Too much gospel in its lungs A heresy of displacement With a hymn too low for song [Chorus] Bring the Twelve and bring the torque Bring the dust from desert roads Bring the pistons and the prophets Bring the weight the engine holds Let the false chrome be forgotten Let the loud men lose their voice In the hall of iron doctrine Every machine has made its choice [Verse 3] There’s no mercy for the costume No redemption for the fake No salvation in a trailer queen That never had to brake But the ones that bore the weather The ones that changed the line The ones that made the road confess Are the ones we call divine [Final Chorus] Bring the Twelve and bring the torque Bring the dust from desert roads Bring the pistons and the prophets Bring the weight the engine holds Let the false chrome be forgotten Let the loud men lose their voice In the hall of iron doctrine Every machine has made its choice Bring the Twelve and bring the torque Bring the road, the risk, the flame Bring the steel that served a purpose Bring the miles that earned a name [Outro] In the halls of Iron Mesa, nothing kneels But every engine testifies The road remembers what was real And the false gods oxidize And the false gods oxidize The false gods oxidize