I am Prowl, autobot second in command and future bondmate of Jazz. I will fight for freedom of our planet to my death.
I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed
No, this wasn't supposed to happen! The decepticons weren't supposed to capture him! His logic computer deemed this mission safe and had a low risk of decepticon attack, that's why he took the new recruits. Besides, the cons had just made another move for the allspark, they should still be licking their wounds.
I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed
Goodbye
I wipe it off on a tile, the light is brighter this time
Everything is turning blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not the way I picture me
He was Prowl. He could handle the twins. This shouldn't even phase him, but why were they talking about 'converting' him. He was an autobot and not about to change.
I can't control my shakes, how the hell did I get here?
Something about this, so very wrong
I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn't like this
Is it a dream or a memory?
I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed
Get outta my head 'cause I don't need this
Why didn't I see this?
Well, I'm a victim Manchurian candidate
I have sinned by just makin' my mind up
And takin' your breath away
The pain that Soundwave's machine sent through him was as close to melting alive as he wanted to get. Surges rushed though him, and he convulsed and purged until he lost consciousness.
I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed
I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed
The machine must have damaged his CPU, he was having trouble remembering who he was and what he was. He was an autobot, right?
I don't know who I am. I am me, but who is me?
Goodbye
Soundwave practically giggled as he saw the last of Prowl burn out after months of experimenting. He could now successfully report that, yes, his machine did indeed erase autobot's programming. Now he just had to replace it with the beautiful personality he had labored over. He decided that the designation Barricade suited it. He was so giddy, now he could have 'Prowl' as a sparkmate and satisfy his long-felt obsession with the gorgeous mech.
You haven't learned a thing
I haven't changed a thing
The flesh was in my bones
The pain was always free
You haven't learned a thing
I haven't changed a thing
The flesh was in my bones
The pain was always free
Barricade's first battle made his head hurt. Why did he feel somewhat connected to those autoscum, particularly the one named Jazz? This disturbed him, but he thought it best to keep it to himself. Oh, how Megatron praised him. He felt honored and slightly disgusted. He'd have to discuss this glitch with Soundwave, after all the mech was his sparkmate.
I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed
I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed
And it waits for you
I am Barricade, decepticon and sparkmate of Soundwave. All hail Megatron!