Kerry Eurodyne - Second Conflict (Zero Tool) - Wounded Machine (Cyberpunk 2077)
🎙️ Good evening, Night City.
Not all machines were made to last.
Some were made to feel.
To break.
To remember.
"Wounded Machine" isn’t an anthem.
It’s a scar.
A slow bleed from a war that never really ended.
Kerry doesn’t sing for the living—he sings for what’s been lost.
For hands that let go.
For voices that still echo in the static.
🦾 Built to break. Designed to feel.
🎧 “Wounded Machine” — streaming now. Let it bleed.
[Verse 1]
I see your face in static haze,
Ghosts of war in endless plays.
Promises burned, too fast to feel,
We bled for hope, but nothing’s real.
[Pre-Chorus]
Your voice cuts deep—just a scar in time,
Corporate kings stole what’s mine.
We fought the war, we broke the chain,
But freedom’s price was only pain.
[Chorus]
Wounded machine, heart of steel—
Built to break, designed to feel.
Lost in flames but still alive—
A fading spark... we will survive.
[Verse 2]
We were fire, we were free,
Burning bright through entropy.
Your hand in mine—a fleeting grace,
One last fight... one last face.
[Pre-Chorus]
Your voice cuts deep—just a scar in time,
Corporate kings stole what’s mine.
We fought the war, we broke the chain,
But freedom’s price was only pain.
[Chorus]
Wounded machine, heart of steel—
Built to break, designed to feel.
Lost in flames but still alive—
A fading spark... we will survive.
[Bridge]
Glory's gone, but stories stay,
Legends rust but won’t decay.
No savior waits, no promised land—
Just a shattered past in a trembling hand.
[Pre-Chorus]
Your voice cuts deep—just a scar in time,
Corporate kings stole what’s mine.
We fought the war, we broke the chain,
But freedom’s price was only pain.
[Chorus]
Wounded machine, heart of steel—
Built to break, designed to feel.
Lost in flames but still alive—
A fading spark... we will survive.
Wounded machine, heart of steel—
Built to break, designed to feel.
Lost in flames but still alive—
A fading spark... we will survive.
[Outro]
Wounded machine—can’t forget,
Past debts paid in blood and sweat.
Through the dark, through the lies—
We live... but something dies.