[Intro] (Bubbling liquid… thunder… whispers) “One scoop…” “Two scoops…” “What’s the worst that could happen?” THE CAULDRON IS STIRRING… ⸻ (Verse 1) Neon potions… Magic powders… Smoke that fills the morning air… Promises of endless power… Brewing spells beyond compare… Purple lightning… Shaker shaking… Every warning disappears… The Warlock laughs… Inside the mirror… Feeding off your hopes and fears… ⸻ (Pre-Chorus) Sip… Shake… Drink… Believe… Who truly holds… The power? ⸻ (CHORUS) PRE-WORKOUT WARLOCK! Casting spells of speed! PRE-WORKOUT WARLOCK! Feeding on your need! One more scoop? Or one more rep? Only one… Creates a Titan yet! PRE-WORKOUT WARLOCK! YOUR… SPELL… IS… BROKEN!! ⸻ (Verse 2) Hands are buzzing… Eyes are glowing… Heartbeat louder than the drums… Searching for another serving… Still believing strength must come… ⸻ (Breakdown) (Whispers) “Double scoop…” “Triple scoop…” “More…” NO!! (BLEGH!) THE FIRE… WAS NEVER… IN THE SHAKER!! ⸻ (Bridge) Iron forged us… Not the powder… Heart and discipline remain… When the potion’s gone tomorrow… The Titan still will bear the weight… ⸻ (FINAL CHORUS) PRE-WORKOUT WARLOCK! Your magic fades away! PRE-WORKOUT WARLOCK! You’ve lost your grip today! The Forge is fueled! By heart and will! The strongest Brothers… Fight on still! **YOUR SPELL… IS BROKEN!!** ⸻ (Outro) (The shaker bottle falls… silence… one deep breath.) “Need another scoop?” No.
