Captured in the end-days of the violent oil wars
She guards the Kingdom's fuel ten thousand years or more
Once a human-being she's now the Dog-king's bride
A maiden made of metal with a woman's brain inside
Knights that try to cross her smitten by her laser gaze
Hearts aflame their charred remains wreath her in haze
Watching herself crush them with unyielding steel embrace
She secretly desires them to save the human race
Far beneath the capital beside her lake of crude
A giantess of metal trapped in solitude
Hardwired instructions warring with her woman's brain
Behold the Queen of Gasoline for now she's gone insane
