**[Verse 1 – rap-metal cadence]**
Five A.M. chime on the cold steel floor,
Another dawn breaks behind the shop door.
Clock in at seven, before the first light bleeds—
Workbench loaded with the Army’s needs.
M-seventeens, M-fours come in rough,
Rust and dust—yeah, the wear is tough.
Most folks would quit, turn tail, walk away…
But we’re the fixers—**make the metal obey**.
Turn on the lamps, let the shadows roll,
Another silent story carved in steel and soul.
We’re the hands that heal what the mission bends—
We get the fight ready before the fight begins.
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**[Pre-Chorus – rhythmic lift]**
Before the light, the steel is cold,
Another quiet story ready to unfold.
We are the touch, the hands that mend—
Sharpening the edge they rely on in the end.
From the Fifty Cal to the Mark Nineteen…
We make ’em run cleaner than you’ve ever seen.
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**[Verse 2 – swagger & bounce]**
Chief walks by, with the silent nod,
Knows the grind—knows the weight of the job.
Inch and Grizz at the benches beside,
Cracking stories through the carbon and the oil-slick tide.
Two barrels locked, obstruction inside—
Rod and hammer till the steel complies.
That stubborn piece of metal finally breaking free…
Every weapon’s got a **chapter in the armory**.
This is more than labor—it’s legacy work,
Precision in the chaos where mistakes can lurk.
Craft in the grease, pride in the art—
Every bolt tightened is a soldier’s fresh start.
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**[Pre-Chorus – call-and-answer feel]**
Before the light, the steel is cold,
Another quiet story ready to unfold.
We are the touch, the hands that mend—
Getting them ready to fight—ready to send.
From the Fifty Cal to the Mark Nineteen…
We keep ’em running sharper than they’ve ever been.
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**[Verse 3 – heavy, rhythmic stacking]**
Two-Four-Nine, Two-Forty on the rack,
Every piece stripped down—no turning back.
Tolerances, springs, every pin, every screw—
The lifeblood of the Army runs through me and you.
This ain’t just repair—this is mastery forged,
Blueprints of battle where legends are born.
Metal moves different when you know its heart—
This is discipline, sweat, and a technician’s art.
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**[Pre-Chorus – final lift]**
Before the light, the steel is cold,
Another quiet story ready to unfold.
We are the touch, the hands that mend—
Getting the fight ready to send.
From the Fifty Cal to the Mark Nineteen…
The cleanest weapons that you’ve ever seen.
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**[Outro – nu-metal stomp]**
Five A.M. cold—seven A.M. grind,
Leave the grime behind, mind sharp, aligned.
Tools start singing when the day begins—
Metal rings out like a choir of steel and pins.
When we’re done, they bring everything…
Everything.
**Everything.**
SmilenGrizzly
