Hands full of oil, pockets full of plans, Mind runs faster than the spellcasters can. While wizards read pages, I build the page-turner, Halo, soul-wired halo. Steel sings louder than a prayer ever could, I don’t ask the gods, I make it work how it should. Every scar’s a lesson, every burn’s a truth, Trial and error’s just a different kind of proof. I don’t cast—I craft my fate, Runes in iron, sparks in slate. When the battlefield breaks and the magic shatters, I’m the reason what’s left still matters. Gears and grit, faith in the build… I bend the world till it’s rebuilt. Thunder in a gauntlet, lightning in my sleeve, You call it heresy, I call it believe. Steel Defender standing where angels won’t, Heart of a hound that knows what I don’t. Alchemy stains on a conscience clean, If it explodes, it means it almost worked… know what I mean? Every scar’s a lesson, every burn’s a truth, Trial and error’s just a different kind of proof. [Chorus] I don’t cast—I craft my fate, Runes in iron, sparks in slate. When the battlefield breaks and the magic shatters, I’m the reason what’s left still matters. Gears and grit, faith in the build… I bend the world till it’s rebuilt. No prophecy, no chosen crown, Just a hammer ringing destiny down. If the gods won’t answer when the world’s in need, I’ll answer back with clockwork and creed. Give me scrap. Give me time. Give me one more chance to get it right. I don’t cast—I craft my fate, Blueprint soul, forged in fate. When the last spell fades and the war still rages, I’ll be there with smoke and pages. Gears and grit, will unbroken… The future’s built, not spoken.
